We head to nirvana Chorus Not wood not stone Not flesh not bone Not teeth noch tongue Life takes more than that All dem words it is just hypocricy Personality that
Překlad: Gentleman. Život je toho víc než to.
say We head to nirvana Chorus Not wood not stone Not flesh not bone Not teeth noch tongue Life takes more than that All dem words it is just hypocricy Personality that
[Young Jeezy] I'm just chillin' in that Phantom bumpin that Yo Gotti He's the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin down with the plug, bout
you take away Gives me more life than before We could be the perfect masterpiece Baby, bring me in Every single breath you take away Gives me more life than
, get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap For real, we straight thug it Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron Hubbard Huh, we done dealt more drugs than
like Julie Brown I'm the round mound Not a rebound but like a hound I get down down Never wore a leash but I get loose Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than
my life I fuck with a few niggas that I know that if my chick was a Shady ho? Niggas wouldn't think twice before they fuck my wife Guess that's the difference
of quitting? Nows the time Theres more job opportunites at the back of the line Applications, and registrations Feels more like an investigation Now hows that
from the first album ass holes You's a gangster, prove it Wanna shoot me, do it That's word than Jerry McGuire I'll set that ass on fire That's how
first album ass holes You's a gangster, prove it Wanna shoot me, do it That's word than Jerry McGuire I'll set that ass on fire That's how you work
get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap for real, we straight thug it Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron Hubbard Huh, we done dealt more drugs than
is death I keep the P 89 twenty shot in the coat Better squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin' to loc I'm a little more than itchy, motherfucker When
of cheddar My medallion got more colors than a peacock feather Ten wraps and a rubber band (Gouda) Three or four more in my other hand (Gouda) Five,
more than a child herself Than the children of her own All her living's done for someone else The only life she's ever known All the dreams and desires that
those who loved me There was a different side you found In my life I've struggled to be the best I could I had my doubts, I cried a lot, more than any
