Ah yeah, it's your boy Drag-on and I'm back, feel me. come on come on uh oh you in trouble you been messin them boys now you in trouble back back get
Vertaling: Drag-on. Problemen.
time, I'm gonna say They kept on pushing When the going was tough And now they know That things don't seem so rough So kids, stay in school Don't be no drag
she doesn't But you just keep a holding on, there's your trouble There's your trouble There's your trouble There's your trouble There is your trouble
All because it hurts sometimes You know it's gonna bleed sometimes, hold on You know it's gonna hurt sometimes When you call me Hold on, hold on, hold on
the mess Momma killed the only dress Now she's longin' for the pines Watch my troubles all unwind Drinkin' gasoline and wine Catch a chill off the stove On
ahead'', said the Wolf, ``make my day''. ``Come on, cut it out'', snarled the Wolf, ``you're askin' for trouble, Punk''. But Billy the Bird just kept on
to kill aleast 'round here nigga back get watched from a whole 'nother planet like an astronaut the only problem that we have is the bastard cops but we slash on em blast on em drag
and loud come on now make your momma proud lifes to short to hold it all in turn it loose let the party begin feel the groove baby get down on it oh
I light a cigarette 'cause I can't get no sleep There's nothin' on the TV, nothin' on the radio That means that much to me There's nothin' on the TV, nothin' on
Cinderellas and some leather drags I almost fell into my mug There's a Crawford, Davis and a tacky Cary Grant And some homeboys lookin' for trouble
and I smash this song Twizzy [Verse 6 - Nicki Minaj] I'm in that cotton pink Bent', Puttin' mass on the guts, White on white whips, Kunta Kinte on the
be speakin from the good books of assumptions. Ya know, I ran into a good friend of mine, Mr. Jeff Dixon, and we got to talkin and carryin on , and he
in trouble buck and Petey back at it it's on nigga O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
them mutha fuckin niggaz and them hoes and them niggaz that be talkin that smack Act on those pussy muthafuckaz or those hoes'll put this trouble on
think you've got it bad What's so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train And if
play, because I wasn't rollin' She said I was too ghetto and that a brother from the ghetto Couldn't give her nothin' but hard times and trouble But
free I'm taking the trouble right to your door Why'd you do it you bastard, don't love you no more Sinners beside me, saints on the right And if you
