Bobby's never coming home Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty Life gets rough, when you're living on a fine line Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty Life
번역: 나쁜 회사. 남자 힘들 크라이.
late, he's gotta face them on his own Left him there to meet his fate, Bobby's never going home Chorus: Boys cry tough, boys fight dirty Life gets rough
tough as you seem I know you want to laugh (come on) I know you want to laugh (come on) I know you want to laugh come on laugh with me come on Backstreet Boys
a deal, she wants to squeal But I had my boys on her heels Saw me comin', told a lie, she broke down and she wanted to cry I don't care what she does
and, help me" That's all I hear is moms prayin', I keep hearin' gran sayin' "Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me" Don't cry mama, your baby
, crazy, it's one of those things man You gotta experience to know what I'm talkin' about It's where the goin' get rough, Akon The tough stay tough, Styles
smole crack and her boyfriend too sometimes he touch her daughter like them boyfriends do pull up to the club where the boys went too see that yellow tape and the boys
body leakin, it's Supreme C speakin Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone I'm explosive
for self greed Caught self defeat eternal death inside out you rot Take a life, give a life, you the oldest one Please Lord nigga don't cry now Don't snitch now, don't run You was tough
Now tell me why cant you accept me as I am' Just the way I am now Verse 2: Where Bigga grew up boys were suppose to be tough. Girls were trophies
door moms cry, pops fight Even family counseling couldn?t make this shit right Word on the street every body wanna do him From his so called boys to
heart at all No no no, heart at all She was the meanest cat Oh she was really tough She left her husband flat He wasn't tough enough She took her boys
do nothing but waste all my time Leaving the world behind Smoking my crack just to keep me high Around the boys I play my part rough Keep myself tough enough Never to cry
I didn't cry when old yeller died At least not in front of my friends But when tough little boys grow up to be dads They turn into be babies again When tough little boys
at the lil' scene No one to guide me, I'm all alone With no one to cry on I need shelter from the rain, to ease the pain Changing from boys to men
that's P.C. Stoker's quaters so he finds his talky switch I need some help down here boys there's punks and skinheads too and we all hate P.C. Stoker & we hate the boys
their bills by just workin' till it hurts For some men things are harder And for others it's just worse I 'aint gunna cryfor you when I could cry for
