CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Man Before Time
Former leash kid, Yeah I got no strings on me
And your dog’s run they mouth, (oh) That’s Look who’s talking 3
So you trollin’ Toll Booth Willie, Now I’m coming out the booth
While these kids talk Scarface, I walk like Sharp-tooth
Steppin’ to them big mouths, and steppin’ on them cars
First, I’ll make you fly, Then I’m coming for those tree-stars
That’s G movie moves, coutin’ G’s is a habbit
But my looney tunes will kill ya, who framed Roger Rabbit
It was a valiant effort, Now your team is losing’ Eddie
Big Whoopi, Money Blown, You got grubby friends, Teddy
Shut it down , look sharp I guess I’m Vine and dandy
Aziz caught a case, but they couldn’t catch Rannnndy
I don’t sweat-her, I’m Trill Cosby, I-Spying on these Blondes
I’m a different secret agent, Diversify Yo’ Bonds
Eddie Haskell on these mom’s, so I guess they’ll never know
I’m the bad boy in my camp, Bobby Budnick with the Flow
Game over man, I’m in your space like Ripley
Straight up Chuck McClaren, Blastin’ off on that Whisky
Brutus on the cut and I’ll put that ass to sleep
And yo girls got two flats on her front like my jeep
That’s a Paxton reference, but not that bull sh*t John Doe
I’m taking Kill Bill, and that U, five, seven One-Doe
Buck Shot Rocket, tucked beside my zipper
Aaron Judge Taurus, Hell, I’m the Yankee Clipper
The average 410, so I almost always hit
Nolo Brotendre, that’s no contest when we spit
And your dog’s run they mouth, (oh) That’s Look who’s talking 3
So you trollin’ Toll Booth Willie, Now I’m coming out the booth
While these kids talk Scarface, I walk like Sharp-tooth
Steppin’ to them big mouths, and steppin’ on them cars
First, I’ll make you fly, Then I’m coming for those tree-stars
That’s G movie moves, coutin’ G’s is a habbit
But my looney tunes will kill ya, who framed Roger Rabbit
It was a valiant effort, Now your team is losing’ Eddie
Big Whoopi, Money Blown, You got grubby friends, Teddy
Shut it down , look sharp I guess I’m Vine and dandy
Aziz caught a case, but they couldn’t catch Rannnndy
I don’t sweat-her, I’m Trill Cosby, I-Spying on these Blondes
I’m a different secret agent, Diversify Yo’ Bonds
Eddie Haskell on these mom’s, so I guess they’ll never know
I’m the bad boy in my camp, Bobby Budnick with the Flow
Game over man, I’m in your space like Ripley
Straight up Chuck McClaren, Blastin’ off on that Whisky
Brutus on the cut and I’ll put that ass to sleep
And yo girls got two flats on her front like my jeep
That’s a Paxton reference, but not that bull sh*t John Doe
I’m taking Kill Bill, and that U, five, seven One-Doe
Buck Shot Rocket, tucked beside my zipper
Aaron Judge Taurus, Hell, I’m the Yankee Clipper
The average 410, so I almost always hit
Nolo Brotendre, that’s no contest when we spit
