lies Maybe our heartache never dies with the hot night crash You'll hear it tonight We have to tell each other lies Maybe our heartache never dies with the hot night crash
번역: 사하라 Hotnights. 덥죠 사고.
all the love and affection It's getting harder for us every time I wonder why we have to tell each other lies Maybe our heartache never dies with the hot night crash
bomb in the club Fresh off of the crash Freshen up tail like an old mouse trap Tell me what it is, how the 88 sound I'm gonna take you to my crib for a lil' night
killed for. I'm still counting what Hard Core generated. Bet my shit keep spinin' like a syndicated. Corny broad, I leave you bloody like you menstruated. Your hot
that be havin' you blacken and ready to lose it Pushin' lambos and harley rockin' Roberto Cavalli Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies Watch me crash
there ain't no ounce My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger Some nights I crash
a motel room Crashed out Called up a ho to get your dick sucked though Bad bitch phat backs green contacts Real hair, kept her feet all night in
to the hood, fixed the crew up And even though Evil's car blew up We made it home and then I crashed out Thinkin' 'bout my all-night death bout Then
'm still counting what hardcore generated bet my sh-t keeps spinning like it's syndicated corny broad I'll leave pyou bloody like you menstruated your hot
is amazin? mazin? That is amazin? mazin? To the crib let?s take it there, race me shift it up to the 5th gear Don?t crash oh no woah, don?t crash it
blind Imagine the answers or questions will be all you find Open your mind The grooves in my life were unforgiving Over the years I laid them down night after night
of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder Feelin' like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot, my
The steaks are getting cold on the table I've got the TV on to "That's Incredible" Every other woman is hot apple pie so why isn't he home on time? He
top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin' 'bout it til your top blown nigga This is my crew you gets hot ones hot son That's why I carry hot guns I'm gonna
I just imagine A tropical island We're all alone Our pagers and cell phones cut off Hot sunny heat Cool ocean breeze The sand beneath our feet The crashing
the merry-go-round With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing, the calliope crashed to the ground Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot
, viva Las Vegas with a Neon flashing and your One-armed bandits crashing All your hopes down the drain Yeah, viva Las Vegas turnin' Day into night time turnin' Night
