intro [e-40]) Uh, uh, hah! Alright, mystikal, (bitch! hombre!) mystikal. Alright nigga, this e four o. Huh, e four o, e four o, huh. Finna get it crankin
spazzin, you get an Adidas classic where yo' ass is [Royce Da 5'9"] Eh-eh, eh-eh, Nickel ain't the one at all Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall
Uh, uh, hah Alright, Mystikal, Mystikal (Bitch, hombre) Alright nigga, this E four O Huh, E four O, E four O, huh Finna get it crankin' up in this biatch
Mio aperto e vigile saro Sempre, sempre, sempre, sempre, sempre E forse piu importante Il domani del presente sempre, Sempre, sempre, sempre, sempre E una parola sola ma e
course you do my boy. Jeff simmons: The stuff he makes me do is always off the wall. Bad concience: That's why it would be best to leave his stern
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes
written by E. V. Deane © 1985 Lored Music Co. (ASCAP) I read your letter Tears filled my eyes All of your promises failing Nothing but lies So
gat So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like brother Thomas in his fat momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap Saturday twelve o'clock, told E-Roc, the
them adidas classic where your ass is, [Royce Da 5'9":] Uh-uh, Uh-uh, Nickel ain't the one at all, Snatch your vocal cords out and plug 'em in my wall
- A - S - S - TTT - I - I (Remember (indelible bankroll) C - C - D - D - A - A - M - M (Remembe) (Place no faith in the majority) AAA - GGG - E - E - E - E
: quando ti avvicini tende a sciogliersi c?e la remota eventualita che mi dimentichi di un numero numeri tenuti in ostaggio numeri che scappano via cordiale e
down (He don't want it, he just frontin', he don't want it) [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] I'm afraid of rappers on my wall, when I was growin' up I'm grown
[Intro E-40] Uh, uh, hah! Alright, Mystikal, (BITCH! Hombre!) Mystikal. Alright nigga, this E four O. Huh, E four O, E four O, huh. Finna get it crankin
Jungle mama jazz queen, you make me fiend for your clarinet I'm at the Cotton Club soakin' wet Board room, wall-to-wall jazz rules Mobile army, instrumentals