sacred precious time Living from day to day without a single sign Would I lie? Oh no One word, one letter, one line And I'd feel a whole lot better One
sacred precious time Living from day to day without a single sign Would I lie? Oh, no One word, one letter, one line And I'd feel a whole lot better One
Перевод: Baby Animals. Одно слово.
finished yet Girl I think, You just might'a tried to pull a muh'fucking fast one, I'm mad You just hurt my goddamn feeling, and that was the last one
say a word, I just flip em the bird and keep goin, I don't take shit from no one [Eminem] My mother did drugs - tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed The baby
a mission, not a small time thing" (sample repeats) [Mobb Deep] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, word up son, check it out though YaknowhatI'msayin? Word up
Ladies and gentlemen! Introducing the Chocolate Starfish! and the Hotdog Flavored Water Bring it on! Get the fuck up! Yeah! Check, one, two Listen up
) Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah) Then turn around Stick it out Even white boys got to shout Baby got back (LA face with the Oakland booty) Yeah baby
of you And the wind has been blowin' And the wind has been blowin' Oh, play your guitar, baby Play your guitar, baby, Get me off this farm, baby, take
one blink of black I'd rather live in gray than go back Why go back And all the pain that clothed me Reminds me your motives attack But baby there
She once like animal I can walk but be so free She walks in like menopause But I can walk like them She looks like a well-worn one I can be one by one
Can I make money motherfucker? (Yeah) Is that alright wit'chu? (No doubt) Can I travel? (Word, Skull and Bones) Can I have a nice motherfuckin car? (Hell
do whatever it is the fuck you call it As long you get out the fuckin' way, let Cypress come through Word, yeah, we gonna call this one 'The Riot Starter
gotta say a word I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin' I don't take shit from no one My mother did drugs, tar, liquor, cigarettes and speed The baby
like cantaloupe and canopy beds And glad bags, yeah, glad to be back 'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn word
words touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sents' they say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun if that's the case then get a bigga one
you We all die one day (Obie Trice go!) But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks Poverty will make your ass bet on words
My words are like weaponry on a record ----- My words are weapons I use 'em to crush my opponents These words are weapons I never did show no emotion My words
