the crowd Nothin` left for the children It`s ok, we won`t be around Welcome to the party The republican party Ya havin` fun at the party The republican party We`re havin` a party
Vertaling: Warrior Soul. De partij.
All the way) This for makin pushes outta the bushes [Verse 7: Layzie] And makin these hits stay move the streets Rebels and warriors all ova the globe Find their souls
thought I told ya (Told ya) That the war ain't over (Over) You can roll (You can roll) You can get rolled over My nigga we the frontline warriors Whoever
pack of mystic now they say. Through tunnels ya droppin' down, hit the crown, murda one drop enforcer. Forcin' yo' soul soarin' undershore. Now to call a war, but Warrior
heart stresser Sorry black that's right it's a cardiac caress try to triple be the best then where's party at Law's to no one and a warrior like Shogun
' up the guns I can't save you angelene This endless party scene This weekend warriors dream It's gotten stale for me It doesn't set me free You want a kindred soul
homies that passed in the weight class But it was pushin weight that they all passed at And when i gamble dont catch me on a bad day Like when the warriors
tell em about my new hundred-foot yacht that I just purchased And tell em we about to do the ultimate pool party of the century Hahaha, call em up, pool party
Next we are havin' a very very big group By the Limo, I like the Limo Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol Your mind, body, and soul
just waitin' to be found I guess it's just a warrior's way This is the song, for my warriors, a warrior song Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior
start the party: we are going glorify our God [White Warrior:] Bring me to the Heaven. I will pray forever. Take me to the Legend We have fought together [White Warrior
Crown gettin' party at the Atmospheric Wit the 40's and the Hennessey to get y'all in the spirit So bounce to the lyrics of the noble Likwit warrior
the cerebellum So, go ahead, try to run in advance Cause I stand firm on my warrior stance Ready to be-head you, dead you Rid your body of a soul, make
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' em Spin em before they spun The m-1, close-casin' em Defacin em like county property He'd die for me Spittin' on your whole image, I rob you and make a mockery Yo ya see that party
One: Chubb Rock] Hehehe, yeah Now clock, kids, who got the cocaine? Don't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train The meta-force it I put my brain
