freddo che l'ha tutto innevato Arrivo davanti a scuola e incontro un tipo della crew Che non sente l'Hip-Hop ma s'ispira con i muse Saluta: "Bella Bro
, ice cream, ice cream paint job Whoo! Clean on the outside, cream on the inside Ice cream paint job (Paint job) Got screens on the dash watchin' Saved by the Bell
world My travelin' girl (Bridge) First first stop Paris, France like a supastar Hop hop on the stage make 'em (*something in French*) Next next stop, Primo Concierto Italia Bella bella
job [x2] (Dorrough verse 1) Whoo! Clean on the outside cream on the inside ice cream paint job, Got screens on the dash watchin' Saved By the Bell
or red, we like that fuckin green, papers what I said, Big Moe is up in this bitch and this niggas singin, comin through just like L those bells are ringin
'em all off and keep doin' my thing I'm a boss about when I Inglewood swing Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring Now ding-ding, let the bell
is a noodle Just another term Im the early bird & the trees Your another worm Hes so cold he could freeze in a ton of fur [chorus:] Yo Yo what up aye bro
wear blue or red we like that fuckin green, papers what I said Big Moe wassup, in this bitch and this niggas singin comin through just like hell, the bells
while I?m spitting this fire on hot tracks My skills speak for themselves I?m like a young LL back in the day when he was rocking the bells The Sly
Bellisle b-b-bellisle Bell-bellisle bell-bell-bellisle Hey kid rock, tell 'em how your livin Man I spend my birthdays at denny's eatin southern slams
for the night it will come Shaped in the form of Mars that stone afar Ghetto cool oh well now you feel the spell, the rude color rocks the bell The king
only shoplifts Holidays in the hood ain't no motherfucking joke When people all around you is starving and broke Cause if you black and poor, it's hell You only hear gunshots, you never hear bells
I gotta be a macaroni Yes yes y'all, and ya don't quit Esham rocks the house with the funky shit It goes (CHORUS)(8x) Wish you was down with Reel Life Products Ain't that right bro
, who you talking about kicking in some DOORS? Santa, SANTA CLAUS!...Ho Ho Ho everybody's Jolly Oh, you mean the motherfucker who be ringing the bell
when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Back in the days When I just a little niggerole, I looked up to my bigger bro
Havana Candidato, pa' rumbiar en la cadencia Represento a mis ancestros toda la mezcla (Ves) No lo pierdas bro (Yo) Latino Americano deHavana te lo
we love them gals that love themselves, them southern belles Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals with muddy tails We cut them gals, no veils, no wedding bells
