Ooh baby coming way up out the game Jus me and you We made it went from broke to havin' change Jus me and you Ohh baby and the songs turn again
you Ooh baby, coming way up out the game Just me and you We made it went from broke to havin' change Just me and you, oh baby, and the songs turn again
There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding See I'ma drink
in you can spend your money here you cant make no money here you better get outta here ya here here did i make myself clear? i go and drink a beer til
what I'm saying One time for your motherfucking mind No doubt Beatnuts {exclusive}, Rascalz collabo Who want it? Who want it? {Rascalz} Ju the german
(*3) They both want to save, and I don't care You've got shitty Germans, you've got shitty Dutchmen (* this song is about Dutchmen that don't like Germans
Some of us were passed out, drunk on the floor Belligerent drunks, we were out of control A hard night of drinking, was taking its toll Davey Boys drinking
more of Inco on a Sud. Sat. Nite. With Irish Jim O'Connell there & Scotty Jack McDonald There's hunky Frederic Herzal gettin tight but dats alright There's happy German
and sodas I see bikes and pills, Berlin and Montreal I see empty bars and song that we sang for fucked up souls I see old shoes, dirty sex with German
a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding See I'ma drink my liquor
you needed my help within all your songs I tried too hard to find myself. A year later I find myself in your shoes rocking out to my own songs with everything
1234 (German) Kicking back in my room drinking banana juice, we were all gonna party. We were going to get loose. School was out and it was Friday night
know what I'm saying One time for your motherfucking mind No doubt Beatnuts (exclusive), Rascalz collabo Who want it? Who want it? (Rascalz) Ju the german
pizza and sodas I see bikes and pills, Berlin and Montreal I see empty bars and song that we sang for fucked up souls I see old shoes, dirty sex with German
