shelf Y-m-c-a then just go to the y-m-c-a y-m-c-a young man, young man, i was once in your shoes y-m-c-a young man, young man, I said, I was down and
Tłumaczenie: Play. YMCA.
ma maman David: if we have another chance, yeah Just one more, one more time Julie: quand j'avais si peur, tu m'as fait vivre a 100 a l'heure David:
's Bad Boy for life Aiyyo strait from the Harlem streets I don't play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (Uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem
Boy is back for good now Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off my brain M I A, Dom P, palm trees, 9O degrees Arm freeze
. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
, they deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion
Ever since I was young I was a go-getter And you should know better to call Puff the coke teller Knowin' I'm a hummer wholesaler And you should know this I'm a
I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin' all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a
(c'mon) to a place near you I'm lookin out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah) Holla at your man (holla at him) I'm clean and I'm tight (c'mon) That's
under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence
real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa make my own moves
know what? For some strange reason (What? Uh) I'm all for this medication feelin' deranged meetin' For y'all to put the word out we ain't leavin' (C'mon, c
Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty and I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money,
got oil well money, in the desert playing golf Go chase short stack sheiki with a Louis scarf Chest cold diamonds make a nigga wanna cough In Dubai 20 million on a
't you sit up on my lap With that caboose, girl Shake it out You ain't a dime, you's a silver dolla It'll be a crime, if I didn't holla Take a second
the club with my crew and then I'm outta there Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off Got mad paid, word
me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold
