Перевод: Креста. Bad Attitude.
get stewed Get crude A bad attitude Rip it up - I gotta bad attitude Tear it down - I gotta bad attitude Rip it up - I gotta bad attitude Tear it down
the time, every time I need it. What's the time? I'd say the time is right. Here's to me. Let's find another reason. Down the hatch and a bad attitude
of time My hands are tied And nailed to the cross I'm looking for all the composure I lost I'm petulant with a bad attitude A poster-child vision
ain't even gotta say these niggaz know my ties A nigga made, therefore whoever cross gon die Money changin motherfuckers, makin hoes grow nuts You a bad
eat today I want me some steak Paint the caddy candy green hay bay bay Anybody try to hate they gone feel that cake In Baton Rouge keep a big attitude
don't care Get a light skinned nigga with long hair I spoke, you act like you mad at a dude I don't give a fuck 'bout your bad attitude It's in me, I
a clown like my grandfather. (Now Joey) You'll see! I'll show you all! That was cruel. You enjoy hurting people. i would enjoy... I roll with kids with pierced faces and bad attitudes
stay sharing, I done learned to stop caring, cause they'll never ever see a bad bitch like me again Before there was many, now I only see one, and that bad
' We'll connect with them to the top And then we'll stop till they get the millions In the hone of the century they been walkin' the limbo Chemistry you can never cross
had me on a paper chase Back befo' Snoop Dogg beat his murder case I used to jam Run D.M.C Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie When LL was bad with
the time Every time I need it What's the time? I'd say,"The time is right" Here's to me Let's find another reason Down the hatch and a bad attitude Salut
brains collapse or we can handle this like gentlemen and juss scrap try and cross me like longitude, latitude I show no gratitude to another nigga wit an attitude
Showers me with all her love Sheba's in a bad mood Sharpening her black fur glove With blood and honey attitude They'll never know my gratitude I'm crossed
in the sun AND--- Imagine ladies pimping these guys Getting them to sell there bodies on the streets at night Think, we can choose a man then we treat them bad
after ya And go and hide inside the mouth of a clam or somethin'. Cause I'm out and about. I'm bad news. A henchman - a jellyfish with an attitude. So
sell was betta than clientele my niggas was gettin' big he slung eva since a kid and always got glamour rides for all of tha shit he did he had a bad attitude
time My hands are tied and nailed to the cross I'm looking for all the composure I lost I'm petulant with a bad attitude A poster child vision of wasted
