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Tercüme: VERİM. Biz Tamam konum.
Intro:] From nothing to something (yeh) It's okay It's alright From nothing to something Fight di fight (noooooooo) We shining like a light Yeeaaay [
but my fitty cocked Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked Now where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out And we so bout it bout it Now what
it with grace and I talk it with taste I am that raw, simply put and I rest my case It's elementary, yet far more than resources to pay the rent for
up your engine I'm pullin' your extensions, now we switchin' up positions Got an ill technique in makin' ya knees weak A non-stop treat until your g-spot leak To your G4 seat, we
't, you can tell us anything We'll advise you in every way One more thing, for those who don't know we is family We've known each other since we were
, of course it was bogus The whole argument was where we lost focus We got hopeless, not with the lyrics and music But with hip-hop, and how we used it
quizzin' me Workin' on my future, why you need to know my history? All he did was Google me, no big mystery He ain't diggin' me, politely he was dissin' me "No we're
only wants to Buy something to eat! Sorry, can't help you. We could go to the zoo! Trekkie Monster: Pick up girls at NYU! Brian: We could sit in
rent a private jet and escape Fly to Paris walk on Champs-Elysees Let?s live your dreams Wag your tail for me I cannot read your mind When you?re happy
in the fellas' fantasies 'Cuz we will be trend setters to all MC's Yeah, that's right, Money, this one's for you Special dedication to the NYC crew We
if we drive away We can drive away if we need to start again Baby that's okay, we can drive away Till we find that place where we can live on faith
chicken but my fitty cock Say I ain't never been a chicken but my samy cock Now where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out And we so bad about it Now what
, where to begin We are North Americans And for those of you who still think we're from England We're not, no We pit our blades and all trades Till we think we
You herbs we merged, we're an alliance We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us? We an outfit, equivalent to Voltron's That boy Crooked
