'Cause you know you've got it Don't ever let them get you down Don't ever let them push you around Don't ever let them get you down Don't ever let them
Prevod: Farm. Ne Let Me Down.
for the boys in blue And all this small town he said, she said Ain't it funny how rumors spread Like I know something y'all don't know Man, that talk
the west behind And moscow girls make me sing and shout That georgia's always on my mind Show me 'round your snow peaked mountains way down south Take me to your daddy's farm Let me
before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset, yo calm down You look cable
out of me A criminal out of me But those guys who are down on me winnin' Lord knows, they take the game so seriously But what hurts me more, burts me
this muthafucka to try to punk me? What possessed this muthafucka to tell me fuck me? Guess, he thinks that I'm a light weight Hey yo, your shit's fucked up So let me
Don't wanna fall out of love with you Don't let me fall out of love with you Don't wanna fall out of love with you Don't let me fall out of love with
don't know who you're with modern dance I should move to pakistan, go to afghanistan Dance, you don't know who you're with Dance, you don't know who
you ain't bout money then best be gone, nigga I'm fast, uh double takes when you walk past me Nasty, don't be scared boo, go 'head and ask me I drive fastly, call me
', man they some ho' hoo's They put the gun to my earr You know the law don't fear Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear They had me face down
] Please save me From this relationship Let me have just what I feel is mine Lay down Under the bluest sky I wanna feel the sun until I'm blind I don't
life, but country livin's the sense Man, I copped me a Caddy said, "To Hell wit' a Benz" Benz, Benz, twenty-inch rims I can't leave the verti-cal grill
It doesn't work feeling like dirt, feeling like you don't care We get a room and in the gloom she lights a cigarette Clothes on the bed, "Love me", she
Recordings. Live Horns by Paula Henderson and Steve Moses. Bass by Walter Sipser. Live drums by Lee Farber. Don't censor me I live like a saint I meditate
so you better listen quick fast don't miss it Yeah go ahead little prick bastard, diss it But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow Don't ask
I'm gonna burn it down Ain't nothin' gonna stop this train, 'cuz it's off the chain I wanna burn it down Oh, I wanna burn it down Really wanna burn it down
