t but one U.N.L.V. nigga, so stop Rap, huntin', stuntin', frontin' to make yo name bigger Everybody's jockin' U.N.L.V. Style why is everybody Jockin' U.N.L.V. Style
Широка страна моя родная,ты это слышал я знаю Но ты не поймешь не увидив то что мы видим парень Моя страна не широка она огромна И я могу сказать что
так давно в холодный Saint P, город Богов Я сошел с этого трапа, большой папа, из Влада, так надо Нам респектуют все города России, На Дальнем Востоке V-style
they catch you at the wheel and blow your face out the ride (Chorus x2) Styles P: If you forgot my name or my style i'm the ghost with the hornet flow and corner style
Yeah, it's the heart is out Cut you up, throw you out on the day I put the garbage out In the glad bag or the hefty, shoot with the lefty Nobody test
rhythm You gotta do it in style and rhythm, style and rhythm Do it in style, you got to do it in rhythm Oh, do it in rhythm, style and rhythm, style
Yeah! that's how we do it in oaktown, baby... $hort dog's on the microphone... Straight from the east side... I'm a player, bitch, oakland style They
the thugs! [YO!] You dealin with the set, [YO!] so y'all throw it up! [Verse 2] It don't matter who you are, or what you say aint no rapper you name fuckin wit Styles
this clarity drives me to my knees. a bitter concoction of my selfishness. and i don't want to get up. let me lie here and bleed, because i deserve this
are from the temple Won't you stay a while? You stay a while I am frightened and I'm aroused I'm enlightened to the now Cowboy style, cowboy style, cowboy style
Ooh Here come the Men In Black It's the MIB's, uh, here come the MIB's Here come the Men In Black (Men In Black) They won't let you remember Nah nah
Chorus Dope game cocaine Dope game dope dope cocaine... Gangsta Boo Dope game my game hoes lame its a shame how the Gangsta Boo is gonna click up
The case for the catwalk Clues are too cool for the kids The importance of keeping your clothes on And taking your mind off of the things Oh, so many
We waited together for the cowards to come Outgunned and outnumbered but we wouldn?t run No mercy, no quarter They?ll pay for their sins Now lower the
pyre and soak me down with whiskey Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style You can
On that snowy bright December day She came and took my breath away It was there I met my love so fair A beauty oh so true and rare Chorus: For who
You?ve gotta pick yourself up by the bootstraps No one?s gonna help you out when you fall You?ve gotta find a way out of your problems When you?re broke
Fifteen kids in a pickup truck your Chucks, a case of beer Pack of Luckys, jeans rolled up your one way out of here Heard them on a compilation we traded
