Prevod: Masters At Work. Delu 2007.
Prevod: Monica. Inside (Masters At Work Remix) (TNT Radio Edit).
[John Legend - Chorus] I got the World in my hands, the master plan But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They
mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close
that they boring?Don't they know that I yawn? Only time they exciting is when they mentioning Sean You seen Single White Female when she dyed her hair blond? Sometimes I look at
is gaggin' I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage
That will bring you around I'll be there, to bring you this love in the morning I'll be there, to bring you the stars at night I'll be there, just waiting
I grew up in the 1980's In a 4-bedroom house My family, my Grandma, 3 or 4 Aunties Uncles and Brothers In and out of prison daily At certain times when
brawl But won't you chill before them laws come messin' up this master plan? Since he already rowdy, I just asked the man Hey, you want some work? Well
no question Run deadly in a Midwest Crazy Jackson( Jackson) The lyrical serial killer Im fillin the illest of niggas dats askin of the mighty master
I retaliate I'll make you mother fuckers pay Now point me to the motherfuckin', yay You lookin' at a sick bastard This stick up shit, I got it mastered
that you say? Something eating at you? It's gonna get away. Don't you fight it, baby. C'mon, open up the door. That's the key to freedom We've been working
What it do, Coming at you live, ita??s your boy big Snoop Dogg Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker We need you to move like pronto, like expeditiously
.V. screen come in between my daily routine At a spot where me and my boy went Someone interrupted our enjoyment What do you know, an out of work emcee
Future farmers of America Future farmers of America These stupid black owners are foreigners to affairs of the heart Look at me, I'll never own the land that I work
'm gigantic In fact, my big-ass dick sunk the Titanic An MC massacre, got a click and crew ready to blast at ya 'Cuz we the masters We catch you niggaz
the wide body Blazer [Coolio] I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor, So I see myself and I know, my own Lord and master, When your
was seven days a week He told his wife to find me I'll be down at the creek 'Cause I don't want to drive another nail I've worked hard to do my job and
