up in my dream. And now my times run out, what's it all about. Another DOA can you help me, how low can a punk get. My, My, My How low can a punk get
Prevod: Bad Brains. Kako nizko lahko Punk Get.
up in my dream. And now my times run out, What's it all about. Another DOA can you help me... How low can a punk get? My, my, my... How low can a punk get
what?s it all about? Another D.O.A. Can you help me How low can the punk get HUH HUH AHHAHH My.My.My. How low can the punk get How low can the punk get
low, When a brother like you tells me I can't flow? So here we go, bro, the leader of the Flow Show Let you know, I roll and get mo' I yank the bank and
that I take dweel a little white trash and a little bit swell I take you back and take a step down July was the month I was born 8 pounds my bad side
momma got a real man Me, I remember how bad you treated that pretty lady And what you thought was cupid turned out to be A violent, itty-bitty, punk, drunk, punk With a
ain't my fault, that my style Silkk enough to shock ya Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial Be downtown
let a real man go to work 'Cause I'm a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a baby Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit rabies Cut ya like a knife
Got my eye on a money apparatus Like a bone to a dog ya you know who gotta have it Anyway you get ____, and I?m a grab it Turn around stares to your
to bed from the choke of a headlock Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks BWOY, rudebwoy with me style I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a
cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins Get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks In tha mix I got the stix and stones a
It a be plenty mo' crimes ceases and pourin me swigs A nigga just got fuck up Visualize a fly gettin smashed by a battle rag Put it in da frame Nigeroe
momma got a real man Me! I remember how bad you treated that pretty lady And what you thought was cupid Turned out to be A violent, itty-bitty, punk, drunk, punk With a
, your don I treat ho's how I wanna, even got a bad blonde Got bad feet, so I hit her with her shoes on Get this through your head, 'fore I flip over,
street where I dwell a little white trash and a little bit swell I take you back and take a step down july was the month i was born eight pounds my bad
can't comprehend how I rock it. You can't stop it. You're like the way that I live it, you need it. Your demo tape, punk, I inspected, then ejected
