Si tu es moche et que tu vois une jolie fille Tu te dis « j?suis trop con, ce n?est pas une fille facile » Tu te dis alors qu?elle n?est pas faite pour
Esplode l?estate e come ogni notte c?e un letto di rocce mi stendo su te E un rito pagano vizio perfetto di celebrare l?unione con te Qui si sente il
(musica :s_geravini testo :p_patruno) Sento che La notte e qui per noi Unisce le nostre intimita Poesia Che priva di parole Nasce e cresce dal
Yo, I'm 'bout to hit you with this ya'meen On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in Ya'meen? Yeah, yeah, yo How should I get it started
ya feet up, I'm sick with these dice, so put ya g's up Then back a lighter tree, about to get the energy up I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out
you don't stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything That's real s***, let's get this money real quick Dirt Dog, I'm feeling this but I'd rather feel
Wu-Tang, yeah, you know, it's back To that good ol' thing again, you know? Word up, we do this tremendously Word up from staircase to stage Yeah, you
K one We both know that our love will grow And forever will be you and me Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only That don't fuss or fuck
as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you RZA, we done it again, Co-D occasion Here
Sing it bitch (Gotta have) Oh boy, niggas, ladies, yeah (Gotta have) Oh boy, come on, yeah This is just a few of the things that I gotta have, yeah I
A child was born in the East one day Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry
This, this is brought to you By the K-1, Emergency Broadcasting System In the, in the event of an actual emergency You will be told to fall out S.I.
Oohh, uh, oh, it's time, Meth Man G-Wine, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy There go the apple of my eye, my black butterfly Don't try to pass me
You don't want no problems, problems You don't want no problems, problems Yeah, real man with ya stinking ass Come on, that's my nigga right there, let
[Lauryn (Method Man)] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah (Yeah) Yeah yeah (Yo) [Method Man] Damn, I hate it when it rain
