Tulkojums: Lil Son Jackson. Brīvības Train Blues.
Tulkojums: Lil Son Jackson. Gamblin Blues.
Flo-Rida Gucci! Bird! I done bought all this ciroc Now lil mama on my jock Staring at me up and down like when my roley's 6 o'clock Now you know you
they have to send my baby home?" Fuckin' with some nigga, that paper long Been a g in the game now my son on the throne [Lil Wayne] I am the beast Feed
I got a hell of a swag see me hoppin out them coups benz bentleys and jags with balenciaga bags in some lil skimpy shit got a lil bitty ass so they
Me Say I Got A Hell Of A Swag See Me Hoppin Out Them Coups Benz Bentleys And Jags With Balenciaga Bags In Some Lil Skimpy Shit Got A Lil Bitty Ass So
asking? If I don't have the answer It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula But I know you don't understand, ?cause you thought Lil Wayne
black calico My lil' brother Weezy My big brother Juvi Both hit tha blocks Strapped up with the uzis What, what, La Gun for gun Eye for eye Better move yo' wife and son
at my man, we had a team, judges like throwin books, thats why i throw magazines, yall got a lotta drama and a lil nina, ya grills gotta get a lil meana
'm from That Clevland Hoe Who gives a fuck where you from I'm from that nashville Bitch Who gives a fuck where you from I'm from that Jackson 10 Hoe Who
go looking for no trouble but somehow the trouble always finds me Don't make me have you in the trauma center With you momma crying cause her only son
We just gon have some fun with hip hop A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya seats Oh yeah this is the total banger too Word up, total banger baby Hip
2 hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it, made me feel And I would press that clutch and I'd keep it right He'd say a lil' slower son you're doin
eight year olds than the Power Rangers. (haha!) You be lookin? at little boys. I think that?s whack son. Bcuz you can?t spell therapist. (the rapist) Without Michael Jackson
I AIN'T have to rap Break Harry-O out tell him crack is back That's nine five a bird take half of that Import it, export it in cracker jacks When
AFRICAN ALWAYS KNEW THAT I WOULDN'T CLOCK G'S BUT WELCOME TO MCDONALDS CAN I TAKE YOUR ORDER PLEASE GOTTA SERVE YOU FOOD TAHT MIGHT GIVE YOU CANCER CAUSE MY SON
[Fo sho] And Shakira since she dance like a gypsy Get 'em tipsy and make 'em all give me Lewinsky whoa I fuck Janet Ms. Jackson if ya nasty Ray J my
I Got A Hell Of A Swag See Me Hoppin Out Them Coups Benz Bentleys And Jags With Balenciaga Bags In Some Lil Skimpy Shit Got A Lil Bitty Ass So They
