Afroman - Life for a pimp

Tekst :

Live is a bicth no meaning for this pimp.
Always thinking who is going to be your next bicth.
Is eazy for me to say that the next bicth is
your mommy or maybe your daddy
I don t give a fuck because i still keep the 2 heads up high for those
bitches to cry for tonight,
But I m still talking shit no matter what you say your some other
bicht tlking shit it don t give a fuck I still keep this lower head up
for you to suck on, still having shit to say will fuck you I ll do you
like bicht today. You think your America most wanted, but thats just
on your games and mind but your just some bicth wanted for giving
head and living blisters on our dicks, and know i have to say
more cause you made my dick sore it hurts you laugh but
will you laugh when I stick my thumb up your ass turn it reverse it
either way i m gong to expose it.

Inne utwory

  • Tall cans
  • Moonlight
  • Graveyard shift
  • Because I got high
  • Palmdale
  • Missisippi
  • The American dream
  • Dopefiend
  • Girls
  • Ghetto memories
  • Hush
  • Caddy hop
  • God has smiled on me
  • Sell your dope
  • Losowe utwory

    Gaze on other heavens

    I was hopin that you d come to me. It s plain that I can see that you are cryin , yes, you are cryin .
    Yeah, I have often lied to cover up my pride and I have hurt you, yes, I have hurt you.
    Let...

    Nice girl, wrong place

    [Boy Big]
    Just a nice girl, in the wrong place
    Just a nice nice girl, in the wrong place

    [Guru]
    What s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
    You wanna take my chips I wanna take you on trips...

    Quit it

    Quit it give it up, ring that bell
    You climb the walls, you might as well
    Like golden roses fallin down
    Ringing out all over town
    Somewhere in the ballroom
    Rain begins to fall
    The dancers twisted on
    Through the thunder and...

    Kill the Dj

    Your happiness is my business
    I m practicing like a violin
    I see your face when I hear that song
    It s in my head playing on and on

    Play me, play me

    It s much too quiet to drink at home
    It s much too kinky on the telephone...

    Beyond

    On your way searching tranquillity
    lots of images pass your mind
    Most of them are coloured black
    They disillusionize your mood

    Your once beloved one has left you behind
    There is no way back, there is no turning-point
    It s like a curse spoken... on you

    The end so near...