Don't let me blow up We'll hook it all up I guess there's fields of speed where there's fields of grain Saint Barbara, don't let me explode I can feel
. don't let me blow up. we'll hook it all up. i guess there's fields of speed where there's fields of grain. saint barbara don't let me explode. i can
Preklad: Hold Stabilné. Nenechávaj ma Explode.
don't let me blow up. we'll hook it all up. i guess there's fields of speed where there's fields of grain. saint barbara don't let me explode. i can feel
's 'bout time little Layzie let 'em know now Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go pow Take my style, let me show you how I go wild Now you
big hill baby, stand strong motherfucker, what? Don't trip when you hit the lunatic, transmit, aw, shit Break it down for the bitches and don't slip
have told me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napoleon ain't no cell they can hold me in Caucasian crazy like Arabians Hold this spot like some niggas fade me
gums but don't want none Because of these hot ones that explode on contact A manic that's prepared to die in combat Besides all that a 4-4 keeps me laced Don't
get away just like an unsolved mystery You don't believe me g, check my pedigree And you can feel how I deal with the muthafuckin steel Ain't no game
t old me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in Caucassian crazy like Arabians Hold this spot like some niggas fade me
would have t old me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in Caucassian crazy like Arabians Hold this spot like some niggas fade me
say that I don't know already? I'm like Clyde and I'm rockin' steady But time flies when you're having fun So Mike D., that's me, c'mon and get some
tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex Still that Gucci dressin', still that coochie pressin' My pimp game smooth be-gets 'em I don't use discretion, cop
You don't wanna fuck wit Smoke Dog (You don't wanna fuck wit Smoke Dog) Roof-ROOF! (No, you don't wanna do it) You don't wanna fuck wit MS (You don't
up, I don't wanna let it go Because a nigga straight lovin' your warm embrace I got plenty love for the 4-5 But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let
bout time little Layzie let 'em know now. Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go "Pow! " Take my style, let me show you how I go wild. Now you
Fist Full Of Truth The Name Is D., Y'All And I Don't Pay And I Can Rock A Block Party 'Til Your Hair Turns Grey "So, What You Sayin'?" I Explode On
a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now I don't
