Prijevod: Princ. Tko sam ja.
Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back I've created a monster 'Cause
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that Who am I? The back twister, lingerie ripper Automatic leg spreader, quicker brain getter Keepin' it gangsta wit' ya I got mine, I
chorus] Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So I got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun") You from the hood, I hope you ("
my dreams behind, wonder who my prince will be? Chorus: What is this wonder, that love can make you feel? Am I
lovingly. Leaving all my dreams behind, wonder who my prince will be? Chorus: What is this wonder, that love can make you feel? Am I deep now in slumber, or is my prince
I never make a promise I don't intend to keep So when I say forever Forever's what I mean Well, I am no Casanova But I swear this much is true I'll be
scream that shit [Chorus - Scarface] I never snitch, I never lie I'm not a bitch, I rather die Can't nothin change me, not even time I make the money
, "I am the french left tenants whore" I was up for that part, i read that line "i'm the french lutenants whore, whats it to ya" I don't know why i didn
see I drive one now and drive the other one later Shit, it's the new Fresh Prince and all I'm missing is Jada I got a hard drive, all I'm missing is data
on us, tryin' to lay the law on us They want us in jails with bails too high to bond but am I the Don? Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond My
be my Superman, save me here I am 'Cause baby, there's nothing I won't do To spend my life with you I'll give my all to you I promise that I will never
niggas who ran the slalom out in harlem cause I'm a hella of a flighter I think I deserve a column that's why I'm the headliner and you herbs are at the
the beat What am I supposed to rhyme? What am I supposed to do in this booth? Am I to flow a line? What am I a spokesman now? What am I a poster child? What am I
I'll spin you like a quarter, drink you like water Hit below the belt with things you never thought of I lay down the law that I am a slaughter I roll
you rhymin I give the atonement like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah) But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse
I love bein? from the Dirty South, mayne It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today The grinder, the baller, the gangster I am today
s a killa (You know, her bag was always heavy) We gon' high to this (Every time I been around it) (And diners and restaurants, I don't know) Yeah, yo Aiyo, I
