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Översättning: Kent. Kräm.
Översättning: Kent. Hur det känns (Kram).
Översättning: Kent. Kräm (Så Nära Får Ingen Gå).
I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile Ugh, niggas on the D-l casin' me out Truckin' my jewels, feelin' for the tools When they come they gots
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor
Oh, mmm, I know a place Ain't nobody cryin', ain't nobody worried Ain't no smilin' faces, mmm, no no Lyin' to the races, help me, come on, come on Somebody
If you disrespect anybody That you run in to How in the world do you think Anybody's s'posed to respect you If you don't give a heck 'bout the man With
Is there cream in this soup? I look in the mirror, I know I'm not good enough to eat I'll tell you something, my hunger has nothing to do with greed
Oh man, you heard enough Trying to live a risking life Don't go out and buy a Cadillac If you know your money ain't right Fun is so much easier When
This one goes out to that special someone in my life We all have somebody special, this is for them I like ice cream, cherry pie and lemonade with summer
Deliver de letter de sooner de better The upside down stamp meant the kisses were wetter I.S.Y.I.M.D., I'll see you in my dreams, honey T.S., T.S., T
I have weapons and battle plans But in my heart I know I can't ever protect you from Things I don't understand And when I hold you in my arms It scares
Hey little dog, can you fly? Hey little dog, can you fly? Hammering the cramps Hammering the cramps Hammering the cramps Hey little car, can you fly
Took a drag from something I don't even smoke And a line from something That some other guy wrote Now it's red wine for headline Somebody's pulling favors
[Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man] What that nigga want God? Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit) (Cash Rules) Word up, two
We looking for them J-Lo booties, big ol' ass, round and fat Let me squeeze it, let me squeeze it When she take it to the floor, I want to hit it from
It's really too bad He became a prisoner of his own past He stabbed a moment in the back with a brown thumb tack That held up the list of things he gotta
