Will They Die 4 You - Lil' Kim Yeah 1 - How many niggas that'll die for you How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you I ain't talkin' 'bout those
ya head, then they ride with you [Puff Daddy] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me? Well, I'mma die for you, would you
Превод: Соутх Парк: Биггер, Лонгер Унцут (остале стазе) Соундтрацк. Ће умрети 4 Иоу [масе тата феат Пуфф А Лил 'ким].
Превод: Соутх Парк Албум (Телевизија компилацију) Соундтрацк. Ће умрети 4 Иоу [масе феат. Пуфф Дадди А Лил 'ким].
even home and they 're talking about me fuck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom nigger Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b! You rappers
em when I pull up in a big body They be following me, stalking like the paparazzi So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me I got the fifteens
baby You know a lot of these bitches need an antibiotic Moxacillin, Penicillin, something with a slin' in it They, they, want a sugar daddy, they want a man on a fixed income They
our flow in the park. Verse 2 a?? Mortar You can't serve me like Serena and Venus, Comparatively I leave you looking like the machinist, Cats know they
's her big boyfriend And he asks you where you from? (Where you from, man?) So you wipe your mouth, and you try to explain (I don't bang) You start talkin
Ak's will have you stayin at a tenth street Street in your hood) Shop your block You in O-town now (Smilez and South got it on lock) Follow all these
, if you listen closely, you can hear his sweet golden singing voice, ring out into the night, over the small town, of South Park. "I am gopher boy pondering
you got thongo you got famas you got vatos that cry 4 they mamas you got soldados that handle they biz you got people that cant recognize their kidz you
, bow before you enter Theres a reward for a man that can find my temper Sick and tired of you jealous-ass bitches Send you to hell and you can call me
and happy p] [low-g] Whatever you do Homie don't fuck wit my clicka Mi nina rosa es me chicka [happy p] Nigga what? Repeat 4x [verse 1: low-g] I rolla
, South Park. Huh.) [Second Verse] Trying to jack now you're on your back breathing anastesia I told yah, boy you must have caught amnesia You got
feather, We was floatin' in the wind fool, steady laughin', Til' the day somebody killed you and got me askin' Chorus (4x) Second Verse: They tryin
you gone. You shouldn't have tried that set up now you ass is getting wet up, 'cause real g's from the southeast will leave you haters trying to get up
ya boy rasheed All the way from the north philadelphia ghettos To the south park slums Representin in that dope house with my man The south park mexican
