[Eightball]. Yeah i'ma be real wit you motherfuckas. It done been once and it can be done again. Your family now, welcome to the Suave house. . [Thorough].
[ VERSE 1: Eightball ]. Eightball the Fat Mac must express. While a nigga's gettin zooted from the potent-ass sess. Lookin back, damn, I was wild as a juvenile.
[Eightball talking]. Ay dawg, check this out (uh). Peep this... I met this lil' chick the other day (yea). Talkin 'bout some super stout. Super stout, she put it on ya boy.
First Verse: (Thorough). . They told me to come clever, whatever,. it dont make, it's on you,. so I be who I be, and do what I gotta do,. I'm one of the few, the proud and the pimpish.
Chorus. A man would die a thousand times. Before he reach one with soul. The one he beathes will be his last breath. Or does any one ever known. He died with his riches in the streets.
Alcohol Pussy and Weed. Alcohol Pussy and Weed. Alcohol Pussy and Weed. Alcohol Pussy and Weed. Alcohol Pussy and Weed. Alcohol Pussy and Weed. Alcohol Pussy and Weed.
To be or not to be, that is the question. Ball and G, that's the answer. Living legends, many are called but few are chosen. You know their names, legends of the south.
Na anku, ja moram otii "na" Maajku, ja nikad nisam fin. Rado smo vieni, ja i moj tim, dobra meza, i .... Na anku, ja moram otii "na" Maajku, ja nikad nisam fin.
Now I aint lookin' for no love, just wanna chill. What one wont do, bet the next one will. Might swoop through and holla in my Coupe Deville. But thats only if I got some time to kill.
I'm on the end of it. I pretend a bit. To be a misfit. So simplistic. Spend my days voyeuristic. It ain't real. Premeditated for the feel. I'm a plastic thief with no belief in what I steal.
Bobbie man,C-blunt,el profeta con dedicacion a todos mis enemigos. (C-blunt). how are you goin to fuck with a dawg who packs guns. ima srtangle them bitches who is havin fun.
Sin temor al hombre solo a dios Entre el valle de la muerte aqu no estoy Pues mi tiempo llego asta aqu termino. El mundo gira mientras que las gente se estn muriendo Una mentira un nio solo mas se lo esta diciendo Para poder salirse y juntarse y sentirse diferentes simplemente Separarse de lo ausente y tener un poco de cario y respeto Aunque sus padres no tuvieron para el ni siquiera tiempo y fui creciendo y educado entre los callejones Sin razones siempre injustas situaciones sin pasiones Aprendiendo de experiencias sin fracasos son mis pasos Que segua dios en este mundo que esta hecho pedazos Desde la primaria elementaria solo yo crec Y mis culturas y mis creencias yo las llevo en mi Entre la miseria y la vagancia yo lo viv Ya lo vivo en el pasado se acabo ahora estoy aqu.
[Dyablo]. Puedes llamarme pero solo asta que estes segura. No te comfundas soy don Dyablo no gente insegura. Pues no malinterpretes mis palabras esto es pura.
[Dyablo]. Puedes llamarme pero solo asta que estes segura. No te comfundas soy don Dyablo no gente insegura. Pues no malinterpretes mis palabras esto es pura.
De retour de plus un microphone la main, tiens-toi bien. C'est pour les incrdules qu'en chair et en os je reviens. J'ai pas besoin de fausse attitude pour te dire qui je suis, d'o je viens.
Do not ring the bell, there is nobody home. The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell. There is nobody home. . Apartment 223, I'm very hungry.
Darkness. Closed the day. Immense buildings. All collapsed. Ashes, darkness. The world. You have known. Is gone into nothingness. Darkness. Memory has gone.
Ten years in the jailer's eye. An' I'm thinkin' 'bout my baby. Looking at my life go by. Falling in the streets I'm broke. An' I'm laughing at the poor man.