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Перевод: Black Label Society. Без названия № 15.
Pull up to my crib in ya black Range Rova I got some plans that don't involve my hands Get out and walk up slowly Lemme see your new Menolo's I don
' deadly venom Takin' pictures for High Times, three months Chillin' with the Beastie Boys, smokin' lots of weed But it was time to hit the studio for another LP '93 Black
My father came from Japan in 1905 He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan He, he... he worked until he was able to buy this patch And build a store
little black boys, and little white girls will one day hold hands together. Shit. Is that where it's at?Is that where it's at now? Them little blacks
get you hotter Been a buck naked nigga smokin' water On a friday, the get high day Blowin' at a hot date, findin' Shade Black and bicantay, with ass
And it was hell tryin to bail to the ovary With nuttin but the lord lookin over me I was white with a tail But when I reached the finish line, young black
to ashes, dust to dust (Black Child) Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah Nigga, we go hard (Gotti
Black chic white guy Does it mean shit maybe I don’t know but yo it never phased me But either way heres one tail Of two like that and what prevailed
I keep goin, she keep cumin, what you know bout it So bout it...like Master P... but no coward No I am no Howard the duck duck Lead showers, black flowers Black
dah truck and I'm'ma put.. Matchin soakin set, big open deck, Hardwood floors, anythang that connect from the front to the back Drop top that Six-15's
I need to get me one, And your one looks jus right for me, So come on you wanna fight with me? Might as well be polite to me? Unless you wanna deal with 15
a fuck Rocking these diamonds Im rocking this chain Make sure you get a picture Im rocking my fame To be with you is You gotta be what you are The only thing Im missing Is a black
[Thurston] Small flowers crack concrete Narcotic squads sweep thru poet dens Spilling coffe grabbing 15 yr old runaway girls By frazzled ponytailed hair
DJ Paul: Who run it (x15) Chorus: DJ Paul (4x) These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater
a make sure no man ever measure to me Like Run and D you and me are together forever I got an interview to do (whoo) Then to the plane, that too (whoo) Uh wear that black
the game He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain Nothin's changed in a city flask Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats
