can sing our songs across sons of God Feel the crowd and the ego sin And I will sing out, I will sing out And I will sing for all the people Now I sing
sing our songs across the sons of god for the crowd and the ego sin and i will sing out i will sing out i will sing for all the people now i sing love
Prijevod: Vega4. Pjevati.
can sing our songs across the sons of god for the crowd and the ego sin and i will sing out i will sing out i will sing for all the people now i sing
and kick it with the players Ghetto majors and the thumpa sprayers and we never Got no room for no haters when we pull up on them 24 omegas While I'm smoking on a gar seeing Vega
chose, the hustle Can't stop it, can't knock it Half the profit get flown out Vegas Me and my niggas tryna break tables Stack chips like Connect 4 While
money My cake sick shit, been diagnosed sickle cell brain My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed Like a mattress from Sing Sing or way down
these niggaz yo, they violent, they violent Yo, yo, what the fuck you doin yo? Punk? Can't shoot a cop son! *singing* You must be stone crazy (4X
-G-G-G-G-U-nit You catchin fishscale flips, that's that G shit G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit [Tony Yayo - singing like Suzanne Vega's song "Tom's Diner"] I
you pay da fee Wit out money I dont know how my day would be It's Hill Wood puttin it down playa we Sucka Free, that's right! [Chorus 4X: Lil' Flip]
bang my head off walls, You put your face on mine and say, "let it be". You said that everyone gets lost, You pressed your mouth against my lips, You sing
can assure ya ass my pueblo is ghetto Veteran cars ain't no flat tire, just hold on Or we can lounge in Tangier Not the one in Vegas, naah the one in
greatest expert on electricity must devise the destruction of Starks' mighty guardian, Ironman." [Ghostface Killah] Yo, summer time holdin the 9, split the Vega
(feat. T-Pain, Jim Jones & E-40) [Chorus:] 4..3...2...2.. A 2 Step A 2 Step remix Now Gone An 2 Step [X4] Now Get Jiggy With It [X4] remix Now Gone
hay Look pon a man like B Weh shoot people like fly A wasp back him up And give him one inna him eye Chorus: Verse 4: MR. VEGAS (But a me say) badman
know the playas down South, we like to ride drop tops Flip bricks, and keep the damn trunk popped West Coast, they keep the hydro lit Wear the wrong color, get your 6-4
