Есть на свете человек Не обычный он Ведь он чемпион Чемпион его так зовут И все болеют за него Берут автографы Для других это сказка Но он чемпион
День рожденья бывает только раз в году И все понимают как я этот день люблю В день рожденье как всегда приходят гости и друзья Деньги подарки это всё
running 99.9 fahrenheit degrees Something cool Against the skin Is what you could be Something cool Against the skin Is what you Could be needing 99.9
'bout It's no sellout, I keep crime in my rhyme 'Cause it's my thing, packed with guns and drugs And lots of street slang, A B C D E F and LAPD Words
can be a freak Every day of every week F-R-E-A-K Let me be your freak (Okay) Superman lover I'll pitch your tent with a XL M.agnum under cover She know the deal Ass look better in a 9
em He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em Shit stained drawers You gon fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws While he dips 'em in P.F
I can be a freak Every day of every week F-R-E-A-K, let me be your freak (Okay) Superman lover I'll pitch your tent With a XL magnum under cover She know the deal Ass look better in a 9
OG so I gotta sneak to creep But my nigga never sweat em but a beeyatch Pimpin ain't easy but it goes down like this [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: E-40, Passion
be a mark See me on the moon, skippin' and skatin' Burnin' Pirelli meat, gassin' and brakin' Strikin' through the trap with my beanie cap With a throwaway 9 and some D in the back E
your bitch or do you trust your bitch? Cause niggaz gotta tendencies to follow they dick You down with Too $hort girl? He a ho Cause I'll snatch a bitch up e
you Crazy muthafuckas dont give a shit What? Y'all niggas dont know who y'all fuckin with We T-H-U-G-G-E-D O-U-T We'll F-U-C-K yo' ass up with that heat
own neck, what part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard! [Royce da 5'9":] When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the f-I-r... e Comin' out your ipod
, tryna re-up Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep It's wrong, other words I just f-cked my RV up Bitch, it's on again yeah, break that Klonopin
ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback In the shape of a tatt, you done faded to black GO? [Hook: Claret Jai] [Verse 3 - Royce da 5'9''] I went from
we go cruisin' (Were we go cruisin') And it's all to the good Orale, check this out Got a Bombita, 4'9 Troqita C H E V R O L E T, you don't know? Forty
saint else wear Hotter then a devil, nigga hell yeah Rock a by baby, homacide baby Thats more tear drops call me cry baby what you talking bout, tell it to my 9
Vegas Just six months earlier, our prayers go out to the families." "Westside Radio, Julio G. A sad day today for the West coast; we lost an icon y'all. Eric 'Eazy-E
