yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I wanna be, I wanna be Cool like you, yeah yeah Cool like you I wanna be, I wanna be Cool like you, yeah yeah Cool like you
good looks I wanna be kool, just like you yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I wanna be, I wanna be, kool like you Yeah yeah, kool like you
번역: 미국 폭탄. 당신처럼.
And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it,
man, about a man, rubber band, droppin money bombs like a taliban (hallalla) we gettin arab money (money) u want this hook you gon' pay dat money save
nigga And if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first? Being black is kinda like being born with a curse Do or Die, that's the code
you plan to hit something (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) (Bombs over Baghdad
u sweet like licorish, deep and articulic Baby u look delicious from ur feet to ur fingertips Unique and conspicuous, plus ur body's ridiculous make me wanna lick my lips and lick you where u
All my ghetto heroes in Heaven It's like you right here and never passed You just transcend, I know I'm gon' see you again Hopin' I reach the world leaders
'm just a simple man All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man Mr. International, playa with the passport Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for It's
I just throw this like a hand-grenade [Bizzy] You see no pistol's in the holster Watch the dot's on your forehead I'm gunnin' while you're runnin And
got you If you relentless they can't stop you let 'em hang, they gone watch you Yeah, we the enemies of the world, won't let no territories homie You
tell you one thing Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby You right about that shit right there You know, Is that right? Heh heh Nigga you
' You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets If you lookin' for me, I'll be rollin' You can find me in the streets, you, you
's tight, that's right You do this right, you might have the time of ya life Dom Kennedy: Comin from the westside but my fitted say Sox Where you get
