lots of wine There was once a boy of life Who lived upon a knife He took his share of everywhere But he never took a wife... He was born to live like a
a turn it up, turn it up... Subelo al maximo S Peezy a turn it up,bomb it up, blaze it up, bun it up... [Chorus Yankee:] vela como maquinon son son
shoutin' Haters hate, but it alright if it's a race then we won Took some years, to get here, now mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun just a
to get my dough right Still I'm labeled as a lowlife Because I ass-bet when I roll dice Put my dick up in yo' wife, raw dog Now we got a son on the way
He move from LAS to Soho A few blocks for those who don't know Down the hall punched a hole in the wall Bounced out, all are in control Certified son of a gun
A wild-eyed joker with a talent for poker And a good lookin' son of a gun Strong as a bear Kinda devil may care But he had a weakness, alright For good
a mi me puedan tumbar, ay Ya yo soy la Reina y te lo vine a demostrar Man, libra, que los Latinos son high, high ? son del medio ? Te digo lo que
to England, it's D again, they diggin' me again See me win again, hot like sun, bust like gun Crush like Pun, rush this one, trust me son They lust this
to get my dough right Still I'm labeled as a lowlife because I ass bet when I roll dice Put my dick up in yo' wife, raw dog Now we got a son on the way
a 'g' from da LBC im on da go, i get da doe i let em know, i boss a hoe im shaken up a shiver roe, das everywhere a nigga go dis will be da day dat we
lo vine a demostrar Man, libra, que los Latinos son high, high ? son del medio ? Te digo lo que ?, demostre lo que doy Gracias a Jesus Cristo, siempre
I made it fun I made a ton, oh yeah the Rolls Royce got sacadelic flowers Painted on it, and I'm leaning on a nigga wit a lazor gun The house in Virginia
, but it alright, if its a race then we won Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat
l'suivre. Dans nos rimes y'a d'l'amour, y'a d'la haine, y'a d'la rage, normal. C'est l'ghetto yout a tout age. Faut pas qu'l'etau et l'etat s'ressert
'demeure brut comme au debut A niveau different la vie est rude comme au debut C'est ca a chaque jour sa peine ou chaque jour a son cortege de veine
cuanto a tanto tonto, balbuseo innato ! fa-facil es, convertirlo en fosiles, dociles, fusile, a mas de cien ...sensei llamenme, derrame, el bouquet, que queria saber ? a ver, my name , javier, a
and I made it fun I made a ton, oh yeah the Rolls Royce got sacadelic flowers Painted on it, and I'm leaning on a nigga wit a lazor gun The house in Virginia
from LAS to SoHo A few blocks for those who don't know Down the hall Punched a hole in the wall Bounced out, all are in control Certified son of a gun
