Perpetual torture, from those we love to hate It's meant to be, you can't change fate We got a time bomb 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 go The time will come when we
Prevod: GBH. Time Bomb.
Perpetual torture, from those we love to hate. It's meant to be, you can't change fate. We got a time bomb .. .. 5-4-3-2-1 go The time will come when
corner with the, F O R T S C V and a nigga can't fuck with me Not even the devil with B O N E T H U G, spell it motherfucker Money, money, the mighty
Magnum Gang bang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil Wit homicidal intentions, I reign terror On any clique or squad you *** you fraud I'ma tickin' time bomb
sayin' son Ain't no room in this game for everybody, you know? But uh, we gon' do our thing baby, we gon' do our thing Yo, I man T.H.U.G. something
back My next guest pioneered the sound of rap He's come a long way from the L.B.C. Please welcome Snoop D. O. double G. Look up in the sky, it's a bird
pistol pistol the knuckle street baller, come on B E double N I E Franks B E double N I E Franks B E double N I E Franks B E double N I E Franks It
just boring me So I show K N O W L E D G E it might trouble you Then I transform like a Decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don't
to the place I threw the mattress in her face Took off her shirt Took off her bra Took off her pants You know that I saw A wick-wick-wack (B) Get On
is all get more whores on the dick This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island niggas That remember when I came through The big O B C C H D M 2
when they 'bout the cheese The type that pull front on some Mickey D's Bandanas to barrettes Daisy dukes to spandex All that's good wit me I like 'em G H
Packing the low iron! Head bussa, Wigsplitter one time! Hot Boy$ cummiting you crime! Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times! Just feel the heat of me low iron! Verse 2: (B.G
, if it ain't rough it ain't me Chorus X2 Yo mothaf**kin' G'z, nigga like Eric Wright You can floss for your b***h, but you know this s**t is tight
I'm just Los, that's all I ever be Y'all remember me from the what Reveille Ex girl Beverly, A-B-C-D E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S-T, U to the V Man that
Bop-a-leeny Atchie katchie Liberace I love you We are big B.I.G We are bad B.A.D We are boss B.O.S.S B.O.S.S B.O.S.S We are big, bad and boss And never
just the rock of all these gangs, 'cause I always rock the streets with a ball u know, oh oh oh oh oooh I'm a lyrical G, step to rock the S-H-O-T shot
