Not many years their rounds shall roll Each moment brings it nigh And all your glories stand revealed To our admiring eye You wills of nature speed your
"Good mornin', my darlin'", I said from the door My bags are all packed, you won't see me anymore The room it was empty except for your clothes And a
Captain, Captain, tell me true does my sweet Willie sail with you? No my dear, he isn't here for he is drowned in this ocean, dear Answer me, oh give
I am wading deep waters trying to get home Lord I am wading deep waters trying to get home I am wading deep waters Wading deep waters Wading deep waters
She went into the graveyard with trouble on her mind. She was lookin' for the man who make her crazy. From her big brown coat she puller a silver knife
?Good mornin?, my darlin?,? I said from the door My bags are all packed, you won?t see me anymore. The room it was empty except for your clothes And a
Over yonder in the graveyard Where the wild, wild flowers grow There they laid my own true lover She'd gone from me, forever more Fairer than the sweetest
When first I came to Louisville Some pleasure there to find A damsel there from Lexington Was pleasing to my mind Her rosy cheeks Her ruby lips Like
ours Still them other niggas old Over fifty million sold [Chorus: Virginya Slim and Crooked I] It's still Tha Row... ugh (Baby, we still stackin' money
Перевод: Crooked I. Тем не менее Tha строки.
?Good mornin?, my darlin?,? I said from the door My bags are all packed, you won?t see me anymore. The room it was empty except for your clothes And
out at the laundromat Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at Dressed like a sailor, standin by a pale of garbage Its almost dark and I'm still
bad boy since diapers and Gerbers My first words were bleep bleep and curse curse Never had shit and I still don't deserve dirt My breath still stinks
[Featuring Treach, Riddler] [2Pac] Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me? I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches
or seperated, We stayed faded Affiliated with gangbangers And still made it Up in the gym, mess with me, Gotta mess with him Still dressin like
strong Living outside the laws of this crooked world I was born touched (Chorus Makaveli) My Young niggaz in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still
crime scene fast Why I heard the Feds had a warrant for my ass Fly, I won't touch down 'til I see Tiajuana Set up shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana