Nabucco, Act III: No 4. Va pensiero, sull'ali dorate (Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves) [From "Inferno"]

歌詞

Yo, All the fans we love yall we gon make one fo the haters like fuck that (Ali) Old School 9-8 and you see the Camilion below in the celing wood with wheel on With a flyin bitch some old gangsta shit Flat screen dvds smoking stank and shit Aint dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit Top down air forces white tank and shit Aint nothing soft on boy stop thankin it I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet This bank I get Style we all that to the back we all that to the back Red or blue new wall cap Pause that bull shit you talking bout Before the people start walkin out If you please we succeed regardless Shine the hardest and I'll sign an artist Longevity like the BeeGee's Please be awarre we don't carre Do you like us? (Chorus) No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 and when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo cause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just said No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 and when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo cause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just said no (Murphy Lee) 1993 creation for steps of born leezys Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers Church only on easter, ignore the preacher Do the grown up at school right unda the bleachers A wild little bity doin lunatic rules To this day they be like "Lunatic Rules" I'm hangin wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it You cats stay in the back doin too much frontin See you hatas like to take risk sonofabitch I really disc jockeys at home jockin my disc I'm gon pretend yall aint heard that shit School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich I'm gon run niggas out of town Naw fuck yall hatas I'm gon chill til they run out of crown Royal, Blue Jack right at the door Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car here? (Chorus) (Kyjuan) Swervin excursion limited fo 12's Fo amps don't know what my limit is Ive been packin 22's like Emmitt did I've been po before No what a Limit is New engine new paint aint them d's spinnin Love rims, love Lakers, who I love winnin, love women Spinnin grindin since the beggin no mo limits Drom tops cuttys on 4's No love fo hoes Change them like clothes Hit em like switches then I pass them on We all know dats how the game should go We all know most of us love the same hoes Like Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber Over there on the utha side of College Encarta For starters I know both yall smash I didn't get no ass so I had to ask She said... (Chorus) (Nelly) I'm feelin frost bit oh shit is he in town? Check the paper weather say temperature goin down Yep that's him he come to make his rounds Tell him how it feel ten mill skin found Beta not continue I can show you how Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds Don't know what to call me I can think of some nouns Mr. Hoe Hopper, Trick Knocker, Free City My g's getting depp like P. Diddy I'm feelin like B round looking for my Whitney Heel I'd take a Cidney if the stash is right Cocked fo legged and her pants is tight It aint got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight First class flight to Nellyville So how it feel doin sit ups on the virgin rug Drinkin criss out a mug, Part boughee, Part Thug, call me Bug Ok? (Chorus) Uh Oh North side one time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh South side one time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh East side on time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh West side on time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh That's why man yo breath smell like shit If yo momma breath smelled like that nigga she libel to kill some motherfucker Man if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's do it look like a caterpillar layin on her fo'head Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin