but so naive and you like tom green kink and bizarre insert cigar behind his desk you lifted up your dress got tangled up and blew
번역: 디젤 보이. 휩쓸 리게 그리고 렸다고.
sweet but so naive and you like tom green kink and bizarre insert cigar behind his desk you lifted up your dress got tangled up and blew
lifestyles of the rich and infamous Yo, this is dedicated to all my fans To support Ice T and the Rhymes syndicate Peace I love ya The lifestyles of the rich and
Blew off the burner kinda dusty The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro Son triflin' fuck, wildflower on the cyclin' Pick up
what I'm caught up in the tangle Can't get up outta Dodge with this federal beeper on my ankle Mothafuckas don't ride there no more Get snatched up
heart before you broke mine How you gonna go and tryna play me out? Why you gonna go and fill my head with doubt? And clouds and shit, I don't wanna
and fuck shows, fuck the track, fuck the mic', fuck hoes and fuck bro's! do yourself a favor and keep your thoughts to yourself, i'm sellin' drugs to my label and my label blew
around hurry and you gon' get beat down Man hold up I'm in the club, sipping crown And niggaz getting tired of Dike Jones in D-Town And a one and a two and
all the grief and fear be gone. And on these daybreaks of your life Just close your eyes and live within Oh let them flow and bend your mind Try to believe
butcher knives, you fucking faggits Get your fucking face erased from your cabbage Tangled and gored on top, half of you're body hanging off the door Spasm and
and gross gore So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues So jagged and decrypted kid, the maggots rejected it I dumped it in the sea and
Tef Na, na, lemme go, lemme go Fuck these niggaz Naw, they don't know, hold up dog Lemme go, hold up dog, hold up Na, na, na, hold up, wait up, they
blew He said to her "This monarchy has no place for the likes of you" The king tried to take my love from me He put her under lock and key And set forth
[Intro: Raekwon] Word up, yo call up the jet, call up the dred, man Word up, man... "Smoking" "Drinking" [x2] [Raekwon:] Aiyo, soon as he hit the door
around hurr, and you gon get beat down Man hold up I'm in the club, sipping crown And niggaz getting tired of Dike Jones, in D-Town And a one and a two, and
growing wild in fact Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact Melodies wrapped in glass and
Put a bug into my ear, When I woke up I was here. I blew smoke onto a page and watched the letters re-arrange, Pushed the words into my veins, Tripped
