, ya heard me?" She said, she don't wan' no dick at all She said, she rather lick or click them balls She said, she don't wan' no dick at all She said
Превод: Мацк 10. Нема Дик На Све.
harmonizing] She said she wan' no dick at all She said she rather lick 'em click and balls [Verse 3: E-40] (I smell that, Mack dime, Mack dime) I say
Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-lift 10 below, gave her the dick It was cold an' she said, "Quit" Charlie Jamm said, "Bullshit" She said "Oh, oh, oh my god" Charlie's dick
of game from James and take it and ride Yes, yes y'all, funky fresh and in the flesh y'all This time I'm aiming at the neck dog It ain't no ducking
dope since AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted to cease from the Midwest to the East On the dick of the East for your 1st release Your lease is up at the crib
GOtta Be On SOme SHit FUture billionare Yea I Gotta Be On Da List Got A Runway In My Past Cuz All Da Models Be On My Dick Young Money Young Money Swallow
check for a pulse Its young money But you can call us multiple choice See you can choose me Choose mack or gudda gudd, streets, drizzy, drake, tyga tyga Or all
pop the nine But when I take it out the box, I represent Lox Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button So I charge out more, want it all at the door
Bone is buck, buck, buckin' em once again, And niggas, they pick up the pen and they try to contend, but see all they win is that Mack 10, Theres never
fuck with them? Platinum status, motherfuckers, eat a dick! Now who's the underrated pro, they scared to play on the radio? Who lives the lyrics, all
on the floor wiggle it all Homeboy keeps telling her to give him a call He's been on her since 10 and it's almost 2 Walking through the party with his dick
niggaz We from the evil side, boy Chorus: B-Real [Shag] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10
evil side, boy Chorus: B-Real [Shag] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10
. I told y'all niggas, I told all you niggas. You niggas couldn't fade me nigga last album, the album before that one. Ol' New Jack ass niggas. All you
them clear An' put the box right near your ear, light your blunts an' down your beers 'Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez Say, "Peace" to cats who rock mack
gun while it's still tucked so you could hop, off my dick I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice Blue pacholies and rolies At the mob
