It's all gone pear shaped It's fallen butter side down I've tripped arse over tit Don't think I can recover it I've just lost a good friend I've just
Prevod: Porabljene. AOT.
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down and I know you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work
mamas and them trippin' out Actin' a fool front of my kids Then I got niggas puttin' Drug paraphernalia in my casket A spliff, a picture of me still livin' And a bullet from a
Parallel to a carrousel of murders I prefer to make a life than take a life Stopped at a street called Wise and made a right Sort of how I play my broads
mack and courage Parallel to a carrousel of murders I prefer to make a life than take a life Stopped at a street called Wise and made a right Sort of
it wouldn't let loose There right before our eyes hip-hop was produced The fire kept on burnin like a doggie in heat You couldn't help to feel the flavor
same young nigga since elementary And I didn't go then neither, it ain't no game with me If you ain't breaking bread, you ain't no friend to me So cut
limp on a limb, slim trim, D I am There I am, don't run from a friend Sight we be right, be polite for the mice Like a like, see sick, see syke And slip
All I need is a beat with a continuous loop And a live vibe that'll hypnotize like the flute Along with somethin' that's rugged by nature like the forest
and it ain't no place to run And plus I pack a Bible, a shovel and a shot gun And I'm go preach a funeral, ICP don't ride a hearse You think it's over
, who you tellin'? Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin' Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor Catch a tumor, you say I'm dickin' my consumer
It's 50 Cent and S N double O P You don't want no Snoop and you don't want it wit me Every time I come around they like, "Oh no" I get to trippin' slap
More stunning now than in her life On a bed of autumn leaves Into her eyes and quite surprised I whispered don't you leave Sing macabre songs and we'
Pope Paul, them a sey mi confuse it, stop a Italy, Italian them groove it, stop a Germany and the Germans a choose it, Stop down a Japan and every
a thief in the night to come and grab you It can creep up inside you and consume you A disease of the mind it can control you I feel like a monster,
Cockni O'Dire Watch out, bust the style I be kickin' I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken I'm the lord of the rings like Bilbo Baggins
