I reach in my pockets while you were climbing rockets now, two dirty right-handed gloves. I sleep by the bedside with a nasty dream in my eye, I'd hate
번역: 윙윙 거리다. 포켓.
We Brought Cake To The Party, No Icing No Ice On Big Phantom No License Fuck If You're Feeling Me As Long As Your Wife Is No One In My City Got A Pocket
Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out Look in my pocket, I see a lot of
Mack with a capital M Call me $hort Dog baby, put the P in the Pimp I keep my foot in your ass and wouldn't give a fuck Get out her pocket, bitch you
's a bitch (that's right) Everybody knows that you's a (what? ) funky bitch I know a red neck bitch named wylita, straight stack Biscuit in her pocket
a bitch (That's right) Everybody knows that you's a (What?) funky bitch (Chorus) I know a red neck bitch named Wylita, straight stack Biscuit in her pocket
'all niggaz ain't seein' Jack, shit Aiiyo, speak the truth Too short to let it hurt, some talk dirt And be the first slangin' hertz Freestylin' of the hum
safe chump, so keep your doors locked It's the hardcore rap music that make your ears ring 'Joys of Funk' produce a song to make my fans sing Singing, swinging, hum
Finn in his shrunken suit With his quick black eyes and black cheroot With his filled down teeth and a hobnail boot And his fists full of pistols in his pockets
I got one eye on the time clock I got my other eye on the girl in the hall I got this rocket, hum Stuck right here in my pocket Waitin' for the 5 o'
'Cause if the sheriff catch a whiff of that fifth It'll probly knock him stiff Don't look dumb if my breath on hum Stick your hand in you're pocket,
That's been my hood since a snotty nose I come trough the hood suicidal doors I use to come through the hood on the handle bars Gat in my draws, money in my pocket
My Hood Since A Snotty Nose I Come Trough The Hood Suicidle Doors I Use 2 Come Through The Hood On The Handle Bars Gat In My Draws Money In My Pocket
I got a gold and crome Beretta I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor And I can bet a - hundred G's and my pockets won't hurt Nigga set for life nigga puttin
hum their Christmas carols The train tracks all run parallel But they'll all meet up one day On a dusty pew in a vestibule Sits the Devil playing pocket
If you're always stealing goodies from a big department store You need an analyst, a psychoanalyst If your pocket's full of little things you've never
