got a clue, damn, it's a trip How them devil-ass labels put everything they got in that shit But they never push anything real for the good of the community It
Vertimas: Paris. Tai reali.
the belly of the beast And still the same nigga That was hollerin': "Fuck peace!" But check it out, it's the same old thing Cause now the year's 94 And
d-cup, c-cup, small bust They judge me like the girl's on trial But every time that I come out it's just girls gone wild Got the domino effect in the
I had ever won And honestly I ended up with none There's no much nonsense, it's on my conscience I'm thinking baby, I should get it out And I don't
C-2, or the yellow 3-2-5 That's when I opened my eyes I was dreamin, damn it was all a surprise But it felt real, I hopped up in a wet chill Yet still
than I had ever won And honestly I ended up with none There's no much nonsense It's on my conscience I'm thinking baby I should get it out And I don
honestly, I ended up with none [Bridge - B.o.B] It's so much nonsense, it's on my conscience I'm thinking "maybe I should get it out" And I don't want
't, the real one's far too mean The watered down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago It may just sound all whack and corny Yes, it's awful
it is the real, 4 all my real, niggas, and bitches Clipse) When they say last call, it don't mean the night's over, it mean it's time for her to show
caught up in this love game The funny thing is that I don't mind playin' I'm in it for the win so what you sayin', I'm ready Oh babe, my heart's on
That's how it is in the life of a don We eat filet mignon in Paris That's how it is when you rollin with a G Your man want it but he ain't thar rich Trust
do it acappella freestyle for your shoes Nigga make it hot don't get it twisted Dumb gifted Baltimore once again if you missed it Can't miss the butch, make it
gonna live like it's your last! Chorus: Let's go to London town, Paris... Tell me where you want to go! Let me take you to London town and Paris....,
it out, it's all real, if ain't then, it ain't right Come on, if you wanna feel the thug, luv and it's real We got the real thing baby Got heat to burn
