Перевод: Стив Хакет. Maltilda Смит-Вильямс дома для престарелых.
[Funk Flex] Y'knahmean shout to Shady Records My man Eminem, D-12, Paul Rosenberg Shout to Jimmy Iovine, Steve Stoute Funk Flex, 60 Minutes of fuckin
store bout' to blaze this joint Got some dice in my hand My man says six is your point Trying to hit the hard way so I can break like Steve Miller
as i was saying i know that i'm one of the few who got away from you steven smith , we all lose one look at you and they're suddenly covered
kind of sickness that vomiting brings That means I'm ill sick And plus I'm real bitch I should've played Hancock instead of Will Smith Cos I'm drunk and
I'm hell boy, the block hotter than hells kitchen. To me yall just a simple case of pulp fiction. Passion of the Christ, ya betta count ya blessings, I am not Will Smith
Park shit I'm on some dark shit, niggaz are plastic Tec-9 blast through your Avirex fabric What's the fuck up with Mister Cee and Mr. Magic? Steve Smith
' to blaze this joint Got some dice in my hand, my man says six is your point Trying to hit the hard way so I can break like Steve Miller Take the money
of all, I wanna thank my man Baby Chris, y'nah mean? Helped me put this Mr. Smith Mr.Smith album together Make it hot, knowI'msayin' Thank the Track masters Pope Tone, Steve
Yo, I be getting lit listening to Sun Ra Early George Benson on down the Hampton Hall Steve Cole, George Cables all up in the Rhodes See the Walt and
'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame Steven Jones, you're napalm If you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm? Patti Smith, you're napalm, your
have the evilest thoughts That's when the arms come out, like sleeves when it's short With more bullets than your favorite wide receiver has caught And that Randy Mossberg, ya Steve Smith
your car horn, chump My beat get messy as abortion on the ninth month Now who be that, slap, did I do that? Now Whoopi Goldberg goes Steve Urkel But
that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle Mariah like, "Bitch, get on the ground" You ain't with Tommy no more who gonna protect you now? I been skeamin' on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve
thru that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle Mariah like bitch, get on the ground You ain't with Tommy no more, who gonna protect you now? I been scheming Tone and Poke since they found me Steve
it cooled off we came down And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and
Mine? Yours? The rank-and-file's? Or better yet: the Government's? But I don't want to catalyze or synthesize the second Final Solution. I don't want to be the Steve Smith
ALL OF A SUDDEN (Steve Collom) « © '78 Milene Music » I can't remember the last time I smiled But I can tell you it's been a quite a while