El se siente mal, le duele la garganta. Ya no quiere estar sentado junto a ella, pero ?Que? ?Ya que puede hacer? Despues de todo el dia, La rutina
Nino zombie va a la escuela y al sacar el desayuno nino zombie se da cuenta de lo diferente que es el suyo. Nino zombie sabe que hay algo especial en
Well I had a dream I stood beneath an orange sky Yes I had a dream I stood beneath an orange sky With my brother standing by With my brother standing
(Refrain) (woo woo shady shady) Aftermath (look at that bitch) There she goes, shaking that ass on the floor, bumpin and grindin that pole The way
[prevail] Before I fade to black in the shaded shack, In a box with handles and my family in back, I will have achieved my life in leaves, of paper, that
[Intro/Chorus: Paris] Is it a, coincidence that we ain't taught truth A, coincidence that they target the youth A, coincidence everything is the same
East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X) Verse One: RBX While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts I come with no fronts and smash
What's your name? What's your name? What's your name? What's your name? Fame, makes a man take things over Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow Fame
All right, is everybody ready Yeah Alright now, here we go Nationowl divides this bomb to blow Audios serials worldwide Once inside ya ride, usin' the
Ai, aiyo, butter is, uh, hands-on in the house Well check it out, put some shit on for 'em Let's get it on, kick it, ha yeah, hell yeah Yeah that shit
Haa Woo Dedicated to the up city Straight West Coast nigga, ain't no pity Put holes in niggas, real pretty Real shitty like a black Frank Nitty I give
It's like, it's like this Word up, knowhutI'msayin'? One time for your mind, y'knowI'msayin'? Yo, from upstate to Brooklyn The whole borough's thorough
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning Street sermon, these niggas are determined As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning Street
Yes, yes, y'all, ooh funk Yes, yes, y'all, to the beat, y'all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all Ooh, in come funk Yes, yes, y'all, to the
I been there - been there Done that - done that You got guns? - we got guns Yo, I got straps - we got straps A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth
Dead (Blunt time-pull out your philly) Ha ha, mighty aftermath (Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli) Whose soul ever contest, dead In me ear
Dressed up to the nines Dancin' three-quarter time The champagne is on ice No one's gonna guess In your brand new dress Girl, you sure look nice Have
Poster child for the Christian single Dumped on more than a birdhouse shingle Tired of the same old crowd, she starts to Mingle where she don't belong