I keep my dick hangin' out of my pants So I can point out what I want I was chosen by standard procedures And I'll assure you I don't mind I'm the head
Prevod: Knife. "Hangin Out.
: I keep my dick hangin' out of my pants so I can point out what I want I whas chosen by standard procedures and I'll assure you I don't mind I'
I keep my dick hangin' out of my pants so I can point out what I want I whas chosen by standard procedures and I'll assure you I don't mind I'm
I keep my dick hangin' out of my pants so I can point out what I want I whas chosen by standard procedures and I'll assure you I don't mind I'm the head
, pop, pop, pop to the dome It's the G-style Gangsta style G style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out
that? Where my knife at? Shawty, I be right back Fresh out the box, I'ma mash out (Ya hear me?) This year a hundred mill' I'ma cash out (Ya hear me?)
willing to find a way to say, oh, my But check it out, though I done made enough money to buy my ghetto A lot of weapons, y'all and I made it, takin' out
gang, no thang And the bullets they ring out Strangle the man and drug 'em up off the Claire We strip 'em and beat they brains out I gotta give Ps to
on a mission on murder Roll city to city without no pity Well, I got a clique see My niggas up out of the woods reapin' Peep me creepin' out of the corner
and my suedes on I'm gettin' my kicks Diggin' arty French flicks with my shades on I'm too much I'm a gas I am anything but middle class When I hang
' things that I gave up years ago Hangin' round, hangin' round, that's all you're doin' baby Hangin' round, hangin' round, ooh Hangin' round, hangin' round, hangin' round, hangin
you poisoned birthday cake I wont deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone Oh I could bury you alive But you might crawl out with a knife And kill me
there when the hardest fight Seemed so out of reach Oh, You were there, You were always there You were always there So there he stood upon that hill Abraham with knife
see me And get your ass right back in the GT Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy Goin' upsize with the Gameboy Witcho' mind right go out
If you're gonna rip my heart out Could you use a knife that's dull And rust in color once I die There will be no way that you can cover That scar, it'
guess that ain't enough for ya You want the loot and weed What you need from me? To bleed and die quickly Here I turn my back, here's the knife for you
only get a 2 in the source, yo They never should've booted me out of reform school Deformed fool, takin' the shit, now warn bulls They threw me out the
