Larry: Almost Chinese, huh? Girl #1: Yeah! Motorhead: Good bread, 'cause I was making, uh . . . $2.71 an hour
번역: 자파, 프랭크. 거의 중국어.
You wake up on your own Sometimes walls come caving in Sometimes the world just hits your chin And sometimes shadows
could adjust The wicked thing about us is we always have trust We can even have an open relationship, if you must I look at her she stares almost straight
him or her or it And take aim with your mouth and spit Spit it out, spit it out If you get worked over at your job Spit it out If a taxi almost runs
desperados waitin' for a train Like desperados waitin' for a train One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
it though, a minute or two later I finished my brew with nothing to do, broke out cold made a Pimp move to the next car looking for trouble Rub the stubble under my chin
'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way I sat there for an inspiring artist Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle Diggin' graves
a bid He had some 1200's inside his crib And an MPC, under his sheets To make beats, accomplishing incredible feats While other kids played games like Chinese
sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty bitch She said, "Hey, J, tell me how you've been?" She had a piece of chicken gizzard stuck to her chin I told
I ain't naggin', here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin', 8 men in the car long And the Faygo is almost gone My nuts are kinda hard so I
nothin' in the cupboard My little brother's starvin', hungry and sick 'Cuz ain't nobody comin' by the house givin' free shit So we gettin' kinda skinny and my brother's almost
B Sig, I pimp like ta dow, peep game I sling Meth in Vials, hit your kitchen, cook your pies up Bring the coke back in piles, I'm that bored Oh, yeah, I almost
one thing, you gotta have Chinese rhythm! You can see sing and dance and play 'most anything you choose, There's only one thing, you gotta have Chinese
DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN AND I LOOKED UP AND HE WAS PUSHING EIGHTY AND THERE WAS BROWN TOBACCO STAINS ALL DOWN HIS CHIN
Like desperados waiting for the train Like desperados waiting for the train Now I looked up and he was pushin' eighty And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin