Nilipata Rafiki. Na penda rafiki. Na bakie. . Sit down here'n. Tell me a story. . When you're with friends. No need to hurry. No more rush, no more haste.
{Intro}. Let me be let me be let me let me be yo ringtone. Let me be let me be let me let me be yo ringtone. Ringtone, yo ringtone, yo ringtone let me be yo ringtone.
[Yung Berg:]. Do you believe in dreams?. Will it come true?. If you believe in me, then I believe in you.. Yeah Casha. It's your time babygirl. Look at this now shawty.
[Young Chris talking]. Where that pian sat at (uh). Young Gannas (chea) What up niggas;. Niggas got till January to get they shit together;. You hear that niggas January (chea).
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The runway walk. Na-na, na-na, na-na. Na-na, na-na, na-na. The runway walk. Na-na, na-na, na-na. Na-na, na-na, na-na. The runway walk. . Let me see your runway walk,.
Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy. Playin', stopped playin' long time ago with childish toys. It's only men in here, deuce deuce inch Pirelli. And Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer.
Yeah, ha. Ladies and gentlemen, ha, yeah. You got money and then bitches. Power. . Ya had it, ya lost it, ya leased it, ya flossed it. Business fell through now ya comin' up off it.
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Yeah, today the big day, yeah. What, yeah, yeah. . I've been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones. One more day and I'm a free man walkin'.
Hook:. There's no escape from the ones who harassin'. The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin'. Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin'.
I'm the police, I'm the police. I'm the police, I'm the police. . I love my *** job and I don't wanna stop. Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a cop.
And I'mma keep rolling up. Puttin the weed low when the police is rolling up. Fool all I know is go, don't let them haters slow me up. Stashing for my unborn.
Verse 1. . Florida whip got the Cali Smell, Riding out in this fast lane/. Car old as my momma is, Liquor old as my last name/. I'm on 95 headed down south, gotta bad lil Miami thang/.
Must have been You out in the back yard. The mystery began in the heart of a child. I didn't know 'till now, that even then I knew You. And there were songs back then.
Verse 1 (Wahu). sikiza mpenzi. mi nikueleze. yalo moyoni ni mengi si machache. roho yangu imejaa uchungu. you never miss the water till the well is running low.