world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team
"World... world... world... world..." Whattup? Aight? Whattup whattup whattup niggy? It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad (Is Home Team in
Prijevod: MOP. Svjetski poznati.
P.F. Chang's sauce Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls I'm almost famous
a song for me [P.O.R.N.] Look, I'm so twisted, so, so twisted One life to live, and I'm willing to risk it Terror that the world has never known existed
O P, Dogg, my fuckin' homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sho' 'nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, 'cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the
mothafuckin' condoms, have one on us aiight? Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies wit' precision my intentions to get richer With the S N Double O P
bitch That's right an don't call me sexist 'cuz I ain't sexist I'm the sexiest, but I ain't sexist If I'm sexist then I'm the sexiest, sexist Bitch call
I'm sick of that shit and the bottom line is this I'm a go to the mother fuckin beach with my mothafuckin Speedo's on and I'm a walk up an down the beach
? I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker
m makin' dust somewhere, in the 7th coll on the third tear (yeah) See that's my destiny, although We know none of the wack niggas is touchin' me so... M.(blahaw)O.(blahaw)P
his hands, my nigga Make the world flame, face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster Y'all niggaz akin to God and gangsters It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
One: 2Pac, Snoop] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg
what I'm saying (chorus) I'm from the motherfucken n-o l-i-m-i-t You niggas cant fuck with me (4x) [c-murder] Nigga I'm c-murder, known to get rowdy
lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual I'm born wit' it, I'm gettin' on wit' it An' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it 'Cause I'm a what
on that plat, "A" ("A") I'm hittin' on some small niggas (That rob niggas) Smoke coke (With big mob figures) That star niggas In P-Agg ya Get 'em recorded they own pictures I'm
where I'ma go tonight The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world The other night, nigga's at Lotus I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there You
