May I introduce the manliest of all men His name is Chris Johnson He plays a very romantic sax Chris Chris Johnson Time for dinner Chris Chris Chris
Vertaling: Pijn. Chris Gets Up On It.
' Is this pain that I've been living They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that? Try'd to make it my way But got sent up on the highway
a club and they filled up with envy Now every body pissed 'cause they can't get in free New enimies still poppin' up Throw away gats still chop 'em up
?til the pain grows Fight until the needle call always when the needle calls So you hustle ?til the pain grows to strong So you hustle ?til the pain
bought a club and they filled up with envy Now every body pissed cuz they can't get in free New enemies still poppin' up Throw away gats still chop 'em up
Alert, what up OG? Red Album coming soon. I see you downloadin? my swag, camelface. Blueprint 3 gon? sell more cigarettes than it do records, n-gga. Now I know why the taxes went up on
gets Now you call on me, "Every night bend your knee" Until your start to realize I ain't answerin' Now you hang up the phone, Lord, pick up the chrome
live by, take it in blood 'cause it's the J to the A to the death nigga what Don't get it fucked up, I'm as hot as it gets I make hits while y'all niggas
, live by, take it in blood 'cause it's the J to the A to the death nigga what Don't get it fucked up, I'm as hot as it gets I make hits while y'all
hat cocked on the wrong spot, I threw the right sign up on the wrong block, Blow blow blow Ramone shot, Fuck cashis momma, ramone shot, It started as a fight, on
s see just how, weak the flesh gets Now you call on me, "Every night bend your knee" Until your start to realize I ain't answerin' Now you hang up the phone, Lord, pick up
live by, take it in blood Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what Don't get it fucked up, I'm as hot as it gets I make hits while y'all niggas
nashay On the move shoot em' up So so they feel the pain I thought you knew That i'm from memphis where this shit is so thick When at the club we gets
see just how, weak the flesh gets Now you call on me, "Every night bend your knee" Until your start to realize I ain't answerin' Now you hang up the phone, Lord, pick up
On the move shoot em' up So so they feel the pain I thought you knew That i'm from memphis where this shit is so thick When at the club we gets some
cell in a jail, for us to do some mad thinking That's how it is that's how it go, I know it's sad ain't it [Chris Ward] You gotta know, that you can'
