Dyin' to see you I'm down on the floor I can't get a license To drive on my car But I don't really need it If I'm a big star Tryin' to see you I'd
Пераклад: Big Star. O My Soul.
yeah), let's work Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your soul! c'mon now! Lenny Kravitz, Pharrell, they call me Diddy
fellas Hustling trying to get, steady screaming my, my, my, my Walk on the carpet, with the bells that flick in the dark Kicking it on the couch, at one O
'm back to doing big things A sucka lookin' for me, starred in yo bitch's dreams That's why I'm 20 feet tall standing on the big screen Get dough, get green, my
love stars above And Marie, Marie Helena My firelight, you steal my heart Oh Marie, Marie Helena Oh Marie, Marie Helena Caught up with Jack O'Lanterns
? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the souls lost? How come the dead can't talk? Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side Though my
i get me a new Cover Girl one i can trust no hoes inside the rubber girl i fuck all girls tall ones, big bitches drove my car down broadway, big switches
Everyone Has Been Shot, Everyone Has Been Shot. Come on hit me with my best Come on hit me with my best Come on hit me with my best Verse 1 [Bizarre
when it's in town my peoples know I just be regular so haters start dissin but steady reciting my lyrics all with my dick in they mouth they swallowin
the limits of my post My orders is to smoke you if you get to close The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul Nowadays it's like
MC's in my circumference, is confronted son Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it (What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S that done it Who the ultimate? Yo my
, let's go Look at my life (Look at my life) Look at my life, I'ma gangsta (Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta) Look at my life (Look at my life) Look at my
, I ain't stop, copped the shotgun Killah type cat, you better be glad I'm not one Had a couple stars up in my sky She was my moon and my sunshine Dude
My character, a product of this two one fifth trife style I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to walk in Balance the talkin', that galactic style as of a falcon Your Star
kind of sound To complete the whole feel And it's wield by the regiments of the steel Word up, MC Lyte, my boys GangStarr The D.O.C., Eazy-E, Salt-n
