this game I should be awarded to be in the Hall Of Fame Rollin with my Squad that's how I maintain I should be awarded to be in the Hall Of Fame [Rampage
Ien gammel ask - hang en Naskald gubbe, Under en Svart himmel - hvorfra Regnet fosset ned. Ingen for dithen - for a hugge liket ned, for ingen kunne vite
20 chains look like a scarf on my neck young money entertainment, drugs and fame (and buck a motherfucka money hall of fame) (arab money) ya! chorus
back They say they write facts, I know that's bull crap They're kickin' drama, but then drama's my middle name That's the price ya pay for big fame The
like Lovin' me baby, that's a no, no (No, no) I'm better when I touch and go I'm trying to add yo name to my hall of fame Not just a player, I'm a pro
a pedicure, get your hair did Boy, lift it up, let?s make a toast-a Let?s get drunk, that?s gon? bring us closer Don?t I look like a Halle Berry poster
the decals from all the places where we've already been Like Elvis-O-Rama, the Tupperware Museum The Boll Weevil Monument and Cranberry World The Shuffleboard Hall Of Fame
the day before I came of age, I watched the hustlas play/ Low key, I studied game/ I knew I'd make a name, who knew it'd come with fame/ Ya'll know the
{Chorus} So im back on da scene and da fame gettin closer. squad burnin up man we hot as a toaster. still stop to fillin up and we clean as we ride.
Brain off top and She rolling with me All brain miss vain Ain't rolling with me Gon with your homie ask Somebody know me Spec ain't a fonie hall of Fame
you to shame I almost broke my highest score When you walked through that door I lost my game and you're to blame I could have been in the hall of fame
the fuck in C'mon Somebody open this door, I'm trying to get in this game I go by the name of Choc, belong in the hall of fame In the type of game I'
could find me as fresh as Denali In times probably even marching at a Shaufton rally I often carry that's the price of fame Got precise the fame snipe
blame it on the brain, not the heart I'm playing my part, stretched out, just about the best out Any nigga realer than me, is in a mess hall with their
Pan, I don't fuck with fairies But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries And Harry Carey couldn't call my game Fucked so many hoes, I'm in the hall of fame
Baby-blue diamonds and them hot yellow bitches You can't cancel our Christmas Italian roadsters, high yellow stitching Yeah, what the f-ck is y'all pitching? Hall of Fame
Motherfucker with one little single Three or four cammie's under your belt One good game gonna put you in the hall of fame Motherfucker, nahmean? Got
on a name till one day To put us in the walk of fame Don't call a name to recall the fame Eventually Dru is in the Hall of Fame You know what the deal