's blinding hot and cold You're bleeding, you're bleeding red And flowing like a wine for crying young or old Like blood and gasoline Faster and faster
a light that's blinding hot and cold you're bleeding, you're bleeding red and flowing like a wine for crying young or old like blood and gasoline
번역: 버진 스틸. 피와 가솔린.
light that's blinding hot and cold you're bleeding, you're bleeding red and flowing like a wine for crying young or old like blood and gasoline As
hair on the back of your neck stands up. Ink runs into my cup, I sip epiphany. Fang bite tarantula, taste of my symptoms. Gasoline and a pistol, blood
It's alright 'cause you getting money and everybody want it Smoke a big sliff Get myself for a blunted Fall on the floor and I gotta call my S500
that ass drop Five O ice, yo fuck a damn cop 'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll Five thousand dollar suits and fly gold Rolex, you can
, and I do it right Grab the gauge, Duct tape and the flashlight Don the black ski mask an' come to your house Cut off your power and do you with the
nowhere came a shot across the street I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground And all I could
It's undeniable, I'll conspire you and pull against your body tonight When your chips are down And your dreams are all gone I'll still be here Wishing and
And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song Yo, we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars Kids wild wave at you and smile you
The speculators made their money on the blood you shed Your momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and
on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood And she was cryin', her and me we headed south On Highway 29 In a little desert motel the air was hot and
it, confirm it and burn its audio Music for your convertible, music for burnin cardio! Don't use it for burners - they'll find me in your stereo and
arms in celebration Player hation, why? Why? Just 'cause I'm dead, decayed, and passed You give me no ass, why? Why? Every time I chew on thumbtacks I get blood
the bullet and bite it And write shit to make the whole world recite it That's my final answer, I do a Cool J And live my drawers in your hamper Rugged
is a murderous psychosis, and muthafuckas know this I'm quick to pull the pin up out the grenade And hand you the pineapple and say here muthafucka, hold this Loki and
