Il primo della classe porta gli occhiali Il primo della classe c'ha gli stivali Il primo della classe e paraculato Il primo della classe e uno sfigato
Continui pensieri, diversi e confusi, ti rodono dentro Non ti lasciano dormire e pensi a lui Cerchi di capire dove hai sbagliato E sulle cose chiare
Scivolo sulla pelle tua, il fuoco nasce e cresce dentro me, brucia le distanze che adesso piccole appartengono a noi, e una melodia che al ritmo dell
Abbiamo una relazione anormale Basata sulla tua felicita Non ascolti mai le mie parole Dimmi come fai Io ti voglio solamente amare Io ti voglio solamente
E tu lo sai che correre distante senza di me Ti portera soltanto dove il sole non c'e E regnera il buio di cio che non sei, di cio che vorrai E chiederti
Yo moose, stop the car right here. Alright, give it here, give it here. No man let me do it, cool ice. Stay in the car man, stay in the car. stay in the
I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Whatcha niggas wanna do?) I'm 'bout to blow them boys ass off (Talkin' all that fuckin' shit) I'm 'bout to, I'm '
natural Chorus: Wayne Marshall: When di smoke clears, and di battle has been won True true true Warlord still a stand Di smoke clears, and da war
you praise? That guy was dead in thirty days John Tyler, he liked country folk And after him came President Polk Zachary Taylor liked to smoke His breath killed
so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke
dress to thrill me Said the niggaz I killed is out to kill me Soon as she smoked on that note, I saw trenchcoat One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun smoke
the spot (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Boobie cat, lapdance with kid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus the similin chick put in the bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the driver smoking
spot (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Boobie cat, lapdance for kid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus the spinal chick put in the bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the driver smoking chron
I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga (what y'all gonna do now?) I'm the wrong one to provoke And rattin on niggaz is only gon' leave you smoke So the
choices to make like A-C or the drop Are we gonna stop? Shit man, never my squad go broke Your squad arti-choke, watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
in they trucks creepin' With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches Yea, team select, please collect, G's connect Thieves nigga direct the trees to the smoke
Man we jus happy we back n--a I got ya What u got in ya trunk sound like an opra Way u stay stuntin on niggas deserves an Oscar Yo I smoke all day jus
Man we jus happy we back nigga I got ya What u got in ya trunk sound like an opra Way u stay stuntin on niggas deserves an Oscar Yo I smoke all day jus
