'ait dit n'importe quoi Peu m'importe Ce qu'on te raconte de moi Peu m'importe Que tu vives au Four Wheel Drive Qu'on t'accoste On est comme deux Jackson Five
my cool on Best be cool homes Get my goon on I'll bust them to homes Get my lose on [Chorus] They say young fell off yeah the boy done lost it Been porting
e cuori level two sul balcone a fare i botti poi ficcarsi dietro ad un padre una palla di cannone fra i cappotti messi in terra a far le porte delle squadre
build a damn or two. Lord, Lord, well I had them jackhammer blues. I got them jackhammer blues. I was borned in Portland town, Built every port from
a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little
Les beaux parleurs, les sans pudeurs Les gardes du coeur toujours a l'heure Non, ce n'est pas pour moi Les five clock, les soirees chocs La musique pop
the shades Stage like Beeman so I'm bout to get paid I do it for the city, I do it for the state And with forty-five interceural belt weighs eight To
a brik Asked for circumcise and he wasn't trying to hear it Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm doing court for an assult That I caught in Bridge Port, New
to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word That I told the chief on Rich Port I don't wanna merge [Raekwon
tale, A tale of a fateful trip, That started from this tropic port, Aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailing man, The skipper brave and sure. Five
sisters and old time liberty. Songs of love and songs of death And songs to set men free. I've got three ships and sixty men, A course for ports unread
I don't care 'bout the people Gimme twenty minutes, when I get 'em, then I'ma reach ya Al Capone was my teacha, got my hustle from Scarface At five seventy five
guy, hey oh Fly guy, oh oh "Casanova" Oh, ouee, oh A fly guy Ooh, "fly... fly" [R.A. the Rugged Man] It's the Port Jeff, Long Island house party Open
stand, I'm bound to make a mill Whoop, there it is y'all haven't heard But y'all bitches will Believe me, I got two for three, four for five Holla at
[VERSE 1: LMNO] At a standstill, frozen Posin' for a portrait, framed with guidance Three-pronged like a trident Try it in a 'port, report the second
stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five