a cowboy's sweetheart That's the life I love the best I wanna ride a paint move it at a run I wanna feel the wind in my face A thousand miles away from
to be a cowboy's sweetheart That's the life I love the best (Yodeling) I want to ride Old Paint goin' at a run I want to feel the wind in my face A
yourself, why is he number one? Now ask yourself, who's done what he's done? Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long run? You think it's a game 'cause
And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it,
mean as a beast I eat MC's for lunch and dinner, I can serve for a feast Their rhymes are elementary, mine deserve a PhD This beat is F U N Key my name
, por no matar. Cada pulso que vibrás Se acrecienta aún más, si soñás, si meditás. Todo movimiento que Tu mente
shed blood, gotta leave this world with somethin, a realer nigga for more than I can handle, the trust was asked so that's for a mack, got caught up in a
the game wit it Born n raised, born, born n raised Born n raised in the County of Dade Born, born n raised, born, born n raised Born, born n raised
n ride If you gon' hide, nigga go'n hide, witcho' bitch ass If you gon' shoot, nigga go'n shoot, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo If you gon' spook, nigga go'n
And I never eat you unless the ***, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a *** in my pocket And baby I'm just, dyin' to cock him, he's
Wears a gold Rolex and put a diamond on your hand The Itsy-Bitsy Spider was a whoridah Said he met the judge's daughter and went up inside her House, there's a
Whack It?s 2007 N U Still Sellin Crack Back N 1986 When We Was Shootin Over Sneakers Crack Was King But Now They Slangin N It?s Drastically Cheaper It Ain?t A
Lil Jon):] A ella le gusta la gasolina (skeet skeet skeet) como encanta la gasolina (skeet skeet skeet) Dame mas gasolina! (let s go) A ella le gusta
' the facts On that I 9-5 swirvin' to a town near you My niggaz watch out for that Black Surburbans And no it's not the Feds, man papi's home And papi
street Grab the heat like... Niggas don't wanna beef like, nigga wanna beef like C-N-N, what [Noreaga] Yo, yo, ultimate power, yo it's like the customs Haiti I got a
, it's time to take a hike Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke I got rhymes to keep you enchanted Produce a smokesscreen with the funky
and Lil Keith, in a chrome grill Lexus Me and Green in a Navi Jump off boys.. jumping off like it's Cali Roll through the Lou, holla at Nelly Had