Lyrics:
Silly S O S

Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry, Donald comes down the hill wild and angry; Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly, Here's to the king and

kantine kostenloses essen aus ref.: (2x) s.o.s. lasst die bordkapelle spielen s.o.s. einen walzer mit gefuehlen s.o.s. fresst und sauft und sauft und

Born and raised on desert planet in a galaxy far away Trained by a knight who was supposed to teach him The Way A natural mechanic, a skillful pilot

got something Yes she got something, something that i like (ooooh, now break it down like) She's got that something, shes got that something... that i like (uh, say it again like) She's

you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas

understood don't need to be explained Ross I got you nigga, say no more It's all good my nigga Grand Hustle PSC For Life Bitch Nigga! West Side! It's

Saw me before he was his rap dream die with all of his team Yo F.O.S. niggas scheme on how to infiltrate a milly stock Mooch or cream silly, go for delf

the law Playa my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw Forget the fame and the glamour, give me D's with a rubber hammer My grammar be's ebonics

. The police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk." Readin' my rights and shit. It's all junk. Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-ass badge and