Mac talking: Yeah I got these motherfucking warlocks in this biatch So you know it's all about that world war 3 nigga You feel me nigga haha My nigga
Prevod: Mac. Paradise.
(feat. Popeye, Sam) [Mac talking:] Yeah I got these motherfucking Warlocks in this biatch So you know its all about that World War 3 Nigga You feel
Oh yeah I'm back on that shit And I say right about now New York City. They say is life and death, there's no future fronting. I see a mac and a tec
the head and I'm ballin', I'm ballin' I love this game 'coz this game love me back I'm pushing a lac, smoking sacs like a mad mac Bringing me back,
of tecs to unload My perils bring paradise West side till I die, uh Pocket full of ice No vice squads Ho's still Walks the boulevards Pimp scenes, mac
People, wasting away in paradise Going backward, once in a while Moving ahead, falling behind What do you believe, what do you believe? What do you believe
And fire up my Mac In real life the only time I?ve ever even been to L.A. Is when I got the chance with the marching band To play tuba in the Rose Parade
goin to sleep on a pile of dough liquers, phantoms, yards, mansions piff in the cannons house in the hamptons (livin it up) big parties every night this is the life of the paradise
' the land No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise Expensive
'em daily Let it dry, let it dry Time to whip a Mercedes (Push it to the limit) I'm changin' my range (Ross) Here to rain you parade (Parade) You gotta
kids scarred for life. Equipped with a permanent limp. He was ill when he was young, tryin to raise his son. Everytime beef come he blast the mac one-
mac a s'passe comme a chez le mac Les rues sales du centre ville de Mars est mon turf Mac aussi puissant que ce putain d'argent sur le surf J'ai tout
be a soldier! [Mystikal] Ah, ATTEN! Hoo! Muthafuckas don't you move I got what is takes to make your ass feel (?) You don't wanna rest in this parade
A Peez Paradise "god bless every livin mac thats out there" "a mouthpiece is way more powerful than a gun, know what im sayin?" "i wus born this way
Paris, je rediges et je racontes le Texas et son style de vie Tous les jours en claquettes, casquettes, short et whity La limonade que je sirotte a un gout d'paradis
Jump out the window onto a parade balloon My style is iller than the goblins in Troll 2 'Cause I'm the type of emcee with the most pizazz You're stealing
on the chin. The top is a ?, so it's hard to see what i'm eatin'. Going on retreats and rolling sweets while i'm tweetin'. Paradise for a weekend then
