one in a million, you are one in a million You're the one, yes I believe in love You are one in a million You are one in a million You are one in a
Tulkojums: T-Spoon. Viens miljons.
It won't be long till they could see the lights And I'm on one, I got one You a pussy nigga, I'm not one So call it a night, call it a night And I run
haven't a care And your mummy's got so many Oh you are a mucky kid Dirty as a dustbin lid When he hears the things that you did You'll get a belt from
s! - number one I don't talk it, I live it, cause I'm the first one that did it [Verse 3 - Pusha T] Lookin for a coward - well it's not in here Under
paid Got a million in the bank and two million in jewels But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools Lot of people in this world coming
are like sperm cells, a gang of us Fightin' to reach the egg, bikin' and lose a leg Odds are like one to ten million, the kin thread One from a thousand
can detect Had a word to make a bear return to his cub A word that make a girl come home from the club A word that make a demon return back to God And
, lemme get me a spoon Thirty one flavors, I'm pimpin' with you And girl I got the munchies, so I'm stickin' with you Cinnamon, spice up in my life Maybe one
i'm stickin' withchu cinnamin spice up in my life, maybe one day you can be my wife (x2) I can't wait, I got a date manana and my girl got a platinum
feedin me cereal with a silver spoon My heir line is Craig Smith Airlines A ride from Kansas City to L.A. is as long as a fan line I'm high as 08' gas
Every time be turned away She'd feel alone in a crowded room Cry when she heard a happy tune A hundred stairs to her new room Over glass and blackened spoons
's a D.A.I.S.Y. age Sun, ceilin' Ceilin' connects to the sun Burnin' inside everyone On a side, plug-a-fied sire One million Demonstrations have been
a round of applause, but won't take no kids hand Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike without a kickstand Now a spoon full of sugar makes
a tissue And don't worry about them, I paid off the officials [Diabolic - Peruvian Leader] Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the
get around And now she lays in a filthy room She kills the pain with a flick and a spoon And in the streets the garbage lies protected by a million flies
Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats where We took a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it Angry like a hostage, Kickin like
by the hands that have murdered a million Unarmed patrons' fists raised They don't wanna listen to the bullshit being fed to them spoonful at a time When
