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Children Of The Corn

' pass de bottle when he got dry An' brush away de blue-tail fly Jimmie crack corn an' I don't care Jimmie crack corn an' I don't care Jimmie crack corn

Traducció: Els nois del blat de moro (Killah Cam'ron, vessament de sang). Difícil d'aconseguir per.

Traducció: Els nois del blat de moro (Killah Cam'ron, vessament de sang). Doina It.

Traducció: Els nois del blat de moro (Killah Cam'ron, vessament de sang). Nits de Harlem.

Traducció: Els nois del blat de moro (Killah Cam'ron, vessament de sang). Usa Harlem (segona versió).

[Big L] Ugh,Ugh,Ugh Yeah The NFL Crew and the Children of the Corn, Comin' straight from money makin' Manhattan a.k.a. Harlem, the Home of the Hustlas

Yo I run with "Wildcats" like "Villanova" Y'all smoke crack and kill Jehovah Before you bump into this villain sober Causing the controversy that niggaz be illing over To have the children

[Verse: Bloodshed, Cam'ron] Aiyyo, knock, knock (Guess who) Bloodshed to your rescue I'm rougher than the projects that niggas don't move next to My

[Cam'Ron] Uh, yeah, yeah COC the great click that rolls thick Straight from the motherfucking corners to the studios We got my man the six figga getter