All that I say, how many times? Baby, how can I make you realize? How many times I've got to say it? How many times the DJ gotta play it? How many letters
Prijevod: Lil 'Mo. Koliko puta.
you can see How many times? I've got to say it How many times? The DJ gotta play it How many letters would it take? To make you understand How many times
(Chorus): Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, how many of us have them? (How many of us have them?) Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, ones you can
In between the scenes destroy your dreams You willin' to die, we'll see How many flees when I cause the scene We mean mug, Mo Thugs Trained to be perfect
Thugs bitch Runnin' and we thuggin' it up Look at a creepin' on ah come up Ooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna
just like me If I could teach the world (Whole wide world) To be a thug in harmony (Harmony) Then I would teach the world (Whole wide world) To be a thugsta just like me How many mo
in the worst of times Knowing niggaz after me, gonna rehearse my grind I'm not a prophet but I could teach you how to cock it and pop it And how to put
ban me All on the air sayin' they don't fuck wit me no mo' I go back wit rap like K-P-O-O From the very first time I grabbed the mic Niggaz smokin' burner
all) Now with the problems of poverty, and the tricks to these tales How many people will die? How many will live to tell? Although best friends before, Lil' Trigga and Mo
future, I don't know what tomorrow holds But we can smoke a little chronic, drink a little And if it's good, drink a lil' mo - Flirt [Verse: WC] Ain
don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford I be makin' motherfuckers scratch they heads when I rhyme Y'all lil' niggaz scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play; you lil
[Chorus: Z-Ro singing] Help me please I'm blinded by my tears and I just cain't see So many devils tryin to recycle my soul Cause in the ghetto where
gotta be comin, and you know we smoke weed dont fuck with embalmin, cause that shit bad for a G like me, I got to represent that Southside Lil Key-C,
cold as a deep freeze, with bags of ice in it My 3-57 pretty, but ain't nothing nice in it Too many bitches, and not enough rubbers Got so many, all
wit the Tuss some like the mizix Caught into they physics and how they wanna dizip Yo be careful, it ain't ya ordinary liquid The first time you sip
wit beam now between da scenes destroy your dreams, you willin to die we'll see how many faces when l cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo' Thugs tyrin to
