Tłumaczenie: Michael Crawford. PĹ, N Full.
Tłumaczenie: Okrutne morze. PĹ, N Full.
paid in full [Chorus...] Bustin rhymes in the S.C. streets now I'm paid in full Bustin rhymes in the S.C. streets now I'm paid in full Just ride For
Hey, Lionel Richie, ya ain't gettin' paid to dance. Why don't you get back to work? That's what I thought, ass.
amazing, so amazing baby baby [T.I - Verse 2] A dope boy with the swag of a pimp n-gga except one thing, I'm paid more than them n-gga you see a bitch
It's what you say I got no fuckin' time on the mic to play I write rhymes with addition and algebra Mental geometry don't even come at me Talk'n that
jungle,the 30's,the V.N.G Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter Squeeze the trigger I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked Paid my dues to the
, Im Such To A Greater Extend My Phone Rings, A Block Call, 2 A.M. Who Could It Be, Not Moms. She's ???. ????? Smilin, Sayin Her Son Paid It Like
he could see more everybody love em from the cribs to the beat dogs leave n-ggas for dead, let em have a bleed off 44 to the head, will tear a n-gga
what I'm thinking I wanna get you alone, we'll be full of that Patrone, we'll be touching and tonguing in the car all the way home On the tinted glass, hand full
wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe be on a Quest like Tip and them On every avenue puttin the full
I got to get high, not to fuck around when it come to the herb, I splurge, anything ain't gone cut it, I just got paid with a pocket full of money and
I gotta get high And then f**k around when it comes to the herb, I slurge Anything ain't gonna cut it, I just got paid with a pocket full of money And
When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier [I told you], if I make it out of the game with all my sanity. Get paid, fuck the fame, get out quickly.
thinking science, I was thinking get paid I always kept a plan to get doe Like selling the same shit I use to steal from outta stop-n-go I use to run
of trainers a closset full of clothes and some brand new dangers and some mexican floral arrangers a great big tv that'll entertain us some colourful commissions from some high paid
Good music, this our year backing drums by DJ Premier now let me count it down, who the f-ck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh that n-ggas
D get to cookin in her (Eastside!) Yeah - so what's it gon' be? Golden black Joe Clark, H.N.I.C. Regulatin on any hatin I see Some'n good in your hands
