took my money spent the whole damn lot another hit or miss another hit or miss another chance of hit or miss another hit or miss another hit or miss
Prevod: Damned. Nehajno.
took my money took the whole damn lot Another hit or miss Another hit or miss Another chance of hit or miss Another hit or miss Another hit or miss
I'm a man in the wild And the wild is the best I digress, This might just be hit or miss My intentions all summer Have certainly just been miss Maintain
my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit
been to jail or shot, sold rocks I'm talkin' 'bout weight down like movin' ki's and pounds But every nigga in the hood ain't fly Light-skinned or dark
in it, hit the gas and mash Through the land of the hardcore hoes and cash Jackers and robbers, hustlers and clockers Everybody'll squeal, take the L or
Liquid, solid, gas, we'll be kickin' ass In any form, or matter, or mass This ain't science class, I know but it's science From the rhyme boss of the
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. [Intro] This goes out to all you ladies out there. A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors,
and I really dont want to further disappoint my fans and my teachers a cougar so I wish shed lend a helping hand damn, calm down, BBC TXT or MSG after
hot, I go through All of this half of which woulda broke you Came out smelling like a rose even more true Worldwide, bi-coastal, global Niggas I respect miss it more or
Spalding, shootin dice like POOL Plus in up in the club, for free cause I got HOOKED I never buy drinks, for bitches Unless this bitch my misses Or this
t callin' I left my cell, my pager And my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn You must not have got 'em It probably was a problem At the post office or
A Sketch a ho (haha) I draw a blank, back to the drawing board I'm like Michael Jordan if we talkin scorin broads (damn) To me you got one chance to miss
one big borough of Dons with firearms And we never use those, til the man act other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do? Shots whistle, damn near missed
do miss my baby, Babi Boi. Oh, boy, me and your bigger brother, we keeps it realer. You'll always be our little nigga, and I know your mama miss ya.
soon as we hit, now what do we get? These fake-ass niggas tryin' to get in our click, all on our dick But you can miss me, actin' phony in my presence
