Prevod: Psi. Pozabite It All.
your far away And dont worry It's not your fault Your running To forget it all For the plague dogs wasted For the dancing bears Nothing makes it right
far away And dont worry It's not your fault Your running To forget it all For the plague dogs wasted For the dancing bears Nothing makes it right Drumming
baby, it's over Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but Nobody knows who did it What Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs
me Ill blow your fucking mind out if I told you what he paid me He gave me all the pills he had left that why I'm so high It makes me feel so good now
to show it, boy Give it up, don't talk about it Give it up, just do it, boy Never believe it, baby Till I can see it, boy Give it up, you got me thinkin
night" "Hmm, say, that's too bad" "Well, there's nothing we can do about it", said the neighbor "It's just something we're gonna have to forget" "Yes
life is boring But superstardom's close to post mortem It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows it's all over, these h**s is all on him Coast
where the roof? Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on roof Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof Dat boy had it hard no facade, it's da
bank To a hollow tune Pushes up beyond And all they come from home When you bring them down All they fall aside On the radios Don't forget it's yours
goin' shoppin' in my underwear Then all of sudden I'm floating in mid air My lips fall off and everybody starts to stare Donuts and hot dogs are flying
your arm ain't strong enough 'cause y'all don't stay in the studio long enough I make hits while y'all stay hating and take bricks Had it locked 'til
, honey, what ever ya got we won't lose Put up or shut up Get slapped in front of all your dogs And all your dudes 'Cause I'm a smarter thug all ways
all and still play And rest my nine up when I'm fuckin' with y'all Slangin' my dogs to dem all Niggaz mention little Bizzy, but it's all good I still
me do me Kickin' these niggaz Khaled man call it Bruce Lee Summer winter spring I can't forget the fall I still remain a dog A diabetic and all All I
other day I opened and read it, it said we want hustlers Had a Lexus at eighteen, picture that Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin' crack Bitch
s queen's queen's Yeah yeah yeah, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B O R O nigga Make it, make it seem easy Queens
They ask me for money Tryna bribe me and all They let them dogs eat me out my fuckin nuts Don?t give a fuck this is freedom from jail I want all u dirty
