Sur la nappe a carreaux Voila c'est mon poeme J'aimerais ton avis Quand je parle de la lune Si tu trouves ca joli Et puis je tricote Et je detricote Ton pull-over
' house We gonna do a little something like this... Yeah...Now Krayzie Bone has got the gun So let's proceed with lychin', yo My uzi weighs a ton So
Got my crack on ten years later gettin' my rap on Gettin' shorties like a thespian Had an episode with two lesbians got a fetish for that Drunk ginseng with Japanese chicks and pulled
aim from the back of the train to the caboose ya pull em out the game fuck bits I pull em out of the strange fuck it I pull them out of there lane now
, why can't you be true? Oh maybellene, why can't you be true? You've started back doing the things you used to do. As I was motivatin' over the hill
ain't a thang changed I'm still fishing for feddy, bringing to make brains hang Nigga this Rap-A-Lot Mafia, for life my nigga Fuck over us, and you
from the underground Every single lyric is prepared, in the hunt for the metro with scoops of fat loops and funky lingo Level's being felt, all over in
I mean I might shit on you after I, hit it I won't call you no more Shit on you like that She talkin' about no she want me to cock over her And shit,
They get up in the club and I pulled out a gun Ya know your bed? That's me under it Pull the covers over your head, I'ma smother it Then it's back off
to many with a hit song tone Even though I'm famous and I'm givin' chicks long dong Man I feel like a copper top just a sick stone drone One flew over
nigga in the party with your bitch and I'm fuckin' it But you gotta be ready to get up and go If you wanna start up a fight over raggedy ho's Me and
H I S I'mma rep this hurr 'til I walk up on death My demise ain't here, don't hold your breath Cook heat over beef so I'm somethin' like a chef Purple
straight thug You know if you're slippin' you get laid up in the mud Take over your spot, pushin' china white and bud The devious, the mind blowin', the over
, why can't you be true? Oh, Maybelline, why can't you be true? You done started back doing the things you used to do, As I was motivatin' over the hill
its like a ton of bricks on a busted back.you think youve got one up on me.you pull the wool over my eyes.now i cant even see.its like ive got one arm
so put up the front while you jam for the grammar that's poor while i hold the scrapbook that's heavier than the hammer of the mighty Thor words can weigh a ton
