Tekst:
Passion All To Us

la-la Fast away the old year passes. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Hail the new year, lads and lasses Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Sing we joyous, all

get money niggas (Hate) [Bow Wow] (Talking) I kno it make all ya?ll haters real sick huh? (Bitch where my money?) Two young niggas getting money man You can hate on us all

in every way? How did Gandhi ever withstand the hunger strikes and all? Didn't do it to gain power or money if I recall It's to give, I guess, I'll pass

Sean So many cheddar niggaz comin' after my cheese Is it my car that they're losin', are we all for the choosin'? Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all

Sean So many cheddar niggaz comin' after my cheese Is it my car that they're losin', are we all for the choosin'? Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all

forgiven so com home maybe in time you'll understand only guns can save us as we pass by the band now think of all the people we new in our passed who passed

you pass the Courvoisier Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You can give me whatever just pass the Courvoisier Yea, yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier Yea, pass

balls I'm a rockstar, huh, start it up start it up, huh, start it up so popular you should get a shot of us niggas gon take shots at us that is only obvious

VERSE2 You complete me baby, Don't you let, nothing come, between us. (hey ay, hey hey hey hey) Alcohol has been, my best friend. And I admit some tears, have passed