coz I'm on all saints be So let me count the ways in which I love thee All in all this can't be untrue or a fantasy telling normal lies Your love is taking
do you've won me over, oh Got me going out my mind Thinking about you all the time Open up the doors too much (take the key and you'll find) All my feelings
Prevod: Vsi sveti. Vzemite Key.
all you do is mummy, everytime i hit the door You niggas so emotional You niggas so emotional Cant keep your feelings in control remind me of my hoe all
in big cars, more or less I can say I seen it all an' done it all, more or less G is a G, a key is a key, a snitch is a fish With no fins that can't
'all niggas keep fuckin' around Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground I ain't no busta see, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me Y'all
their guns and killing bombs The might of the armed forces may soon just get their way To unleash a horde of chemicals from which this all began Bio-
the parmesan [Verse 1:] She want ah yellow nigga Corn on the cobb Indian giver Slobb on my nobb The bitch blow hard Harder den some halls Here take um all
on the streets I roll Bold letters think the gangs where I bang is at Saints, Cowboys, Steelers and Raider hats Though I know we all the same no matter
I hit this bitch? It can be done so all for one and one for fucking all Who got them 9s? Who got them Tecs? Fuck alla y'all! [ScareCrow] Psychodelical
hidin out by the sewers I'm a TRU nigga (fuck em) puttin in work I wear some baggy ass jabros and a motherfuckin saints shirt slappin all the fiends gettin
Verse One: And the saints come marching in Serpentine regime ordered by response sort of fell this population Caboose humming no fence me in a van with
baskets and I'm asking you to let a captive lacerate a caption splash out massive apolster plastic glasses with famine patches i-dentify all saints linked
realize It was just another scam Fallen angel, fallen angel Well I guess you were no angel after all Fallen angel, fallen angel You always take us with
back So I'm telling you baby (baby) Saints don't go for that! Dont be uptight it's alright Its an all saints party! Let it all out, let it all out Keep
Parmesan, [Verse 1:] She want ah yellow nigga, Corn on the cob, Indian giver, Slob on my knob, The bitch blow hard, Harder Than some Halls, Here take 'em all
