[Intro]. . [Hook: GyLuciani]. . Apro la birra verso la birra. bibidi bobidi bu (ah). bevo la birra perchè non c'è il rum. bibidi bobidi bu (swag). Apro la birra verso la birra.
[Intro]. . [Hook X 2: CDS]. . Banane, lampone, chi c'era con te!. Cruciani / Cruciani. . [Verse 1: GyLuciani]. . Ah, code in tangenziale. consequenziale / a volte pensare mi viene.
(Styles P). If you in the struggle then I kno wat you goin thru. Nobody wanna be the body the bullet is blowin thru. Peep the shit that i'm showing you.
Yeah. Word up. Niggas is out there frontin. Tryin to get the fame. Niggas need to be gettin the money. . [ Ja Rule ]. Don't risk it, Ja Rule's known for makin fat shit.
Give up the ghost (x4). . I'm sorry if I didn't match your wishes. Maybe if we sleep on it tonight. There's a chance that when we wake up in the monring.
There's a genius up and in you tonight. And the way you moving now, blazing the light. The livin' got this living the tice. Down to the wire, hearth to the inside.
[Intro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]. Ahahahaha. Minds start to freeze, at ease. Its the Wu-Tang Killa Beez. Brooklyn Zu, where we roll, Manchuz.
[intro: buddha monk, (ol' dirty bastard)]. Ahahahaha. Minds start to freeze, at ease. Its the wu-tang killa beez. Brooklyn zu, where we roll, manchuz.
Oops, up on the wrong side of the bed. I'm in a bad mood, brooding like Achilles type attitude. Including a short fuse,. shitfaced, and pissy pants,. you better keep your distance.
Goose. Goose. . One shot. Two shot. Three shot. Four. Everybody on the Dance floor. One shot. Two shot. Three shot. Four. I'm drunk and I want some more.
Lets Go!. . Chorus. [If yous down motha fucka then throw your hands up. Get loose in the club were gonna tear the party up. Get Crunk! Get Crunk! x4] x2.
I seem to have gone insane. Broken. For a moment I thought you are mine. I don't wanna hear a thing. I just wanna flee this crowd. . Nothing here makes any sense.
Intro. . Oh yes this goes out to all my special ladies. holding it down whenever they around ya know. through the highs and lows cons and pros a good girls always there lets go.
Two times for the drummer, 'fore I start it I say, "Hit me!". Puba's kickin' flavor, and I brought somebody with me. Positive, the gentlemen, the rapper.
Well, there's mad gangs, but only one got control. Wherever they roam, from north pole to south pole. Ice cold with a vice hold on all crime. They gettin paid even if they shit is small time.
Rock this mic. Jody Breeze, Young Jeezy, Big Gee, Duke. Eazy E, Wiz, Block ENT. Boyz N Da Hood, Bad Boy, E Serm, let's go. . From the A all the way to Compton.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. All my ladies up, all my fellas up. Rudebwoy, yo, yo, yo, yo, get up. . Just 'cause I'm guilty.
(Intro). . They do more to the people than for the people They crash the economy like a vehicle. Seh dem a don and dem a dupes and dem a dadda. Inna the heart of the youths dem future yuh stick a dagger Let's do this brother.
Intro. Lawd-a-mercy. Well di 45 in concert dem soil gunman shirt it jus cant work. Lawd-a-mercy. Well me warn him and me tell him Ill nevva stop til di 45 smell him and.
It be the B.T.J's, wit' lyrics for all. We be on point wit' the joints. 'Cause we takin' no fall. So I'ma go for mine. (So son, go for yours). Yo, I'ma go for mine.