Way back yonder in the days of old The men was workin? but not savin? any dough Then came a woman lookin? real cool She said to herself, "Now, that?s
Way back yonder in the days of old The men was workin' but not savin' any dough Then came a woman lookin' real cool She said to herself "Now, that's my
Prijevod: BB King. Stara.
Way back yonder in the days of old The men was workin' but not savin' any dough Then came a woman lookin' real cool She said to herself "Now, that's
and it's gone to far Cause you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old mans money, you can rely on the old mans money It's a b**** girl and
cops harassin' Imagine goin' to court with no trial Lifestyle cruisin' blue behind my waters, no welfare supporters More conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days
creating Flow just borin', the spit just corny What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face I miss those days, these days, ghost
make, make it, make it seem easy Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B O R O nigga Make it, make it seem easy Queens Day Yo, from the days of encore
[Intro] [Crowd chants "Bun B!" for first 10 seconds] [Verse 1 - Bun B] I do this shit for Pimp C bitch (bitch), so what the fuck is up? (up) Step roll
80s, girl chase on Kurtis Blow ? the breaks on Flavor Flav, Public Enemy clocks, boom box EPMD made us proud that we was from Boondocks Before Pubah, Steady B
I gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. till nine After that it's lil kim n sprite can up on my mind Throwback jerseys, hypnotic thats old Color changin click
sometimes I rhyme quick Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick Listen young and old these hoes is loose Wintertimes the staircase summertimes the roof Gimme 8 days
's Will and 'em" I ?Check The Rhime? like Quest I wrote some dope doo-doo rhymes at my rest The B I G W I L L King of swing, and I rock well The nail
in your childhood dreams Growin' up these days ain't as easy as it seems We live life like death ain't a thing Fear and respect we collect like kings
its time to lay it dine cause we do it for cause we do it for cause we do it for h-town [Verse 3 - Trae] King of the streets no days no sleep Paint wet
A yes yes y'all, it's too fresh y'all A little B-boy blue You know it's too beucou I've been from New York to Cali Spent two days in the valley And I
not know who they deal wit Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to transtate me Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino,
