Перевод: Doa. Мой Старика Бум.
my old man's a bum livin' on skid row. drinkin his bay rum. he don't give a shit about you. vanilla extract, bay rum. 1, 2 fuck you
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old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum (BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre-8 This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air
your J A W Who a nigga on the run, eatin' P.O.W.s Strapped with arrows and the chrome B O W? It's no act yo, no This chick can keep my dick Between
A.G., he likes his pockets F A T I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat
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or something You know what I mean? That's that real shit, G I miss those shits, man I wanna go back to school, man That's my word, man For real y'all
my Five-Double-O Roll up my window asshole your lettin' out all the smoke You never waste a blow, motherfucka don't you know? I'm a weed head, P.O.D
man When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man Well, it's the D to the A, double N Y B O Y '
s got clout to it {It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it} (I) A.W.O.L DJ Hurricane When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna
like a G, say pleased to meet you Can we elope and go smoke somewhere peaceful? It's the N O A H, baby kiss me, hug me The music man, girls, they love
Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my gangsta Why y'all testin' my gangsta? These bitches testin' my
LP's Soundin like a bunch of schoolyard MC's Man, I wish I'd catch a rapper tryin to play my style Tellin people that we're cool with a grin and a smile
m a freak hoe, call me sick Three foot nine with a ten foot dick The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick And rake through kind like a bum through wine It's my
beans and rice Got a head full of lice 'cause I'm such a scum Got a pocket full of money but I'm dressed like a bum Got a business mind So if I lose
that gets me kind of mad It's about my dear old dad He's tired, and worn, and works a nine to five Clockin' thirty G's a year to survive But I know kids
