I am Maceo I be blowin' the soul out of this horn
Перевод: De La Soul. Я Будьте Blowin '.
[MACEO PARKER:] (I am Maceo. I be blowin' the soul out of this horn) [Instrumental track with light tambourine/hi hat beat in background, children playing
I excele, I'm cataclysm. Ha, I best it, I cross it. The acid I drop it. I ...it, stop it. While you bob it. I make a... with this shit and then I
Pardon me if I gotta be a boss bitch I don’t give a fuck what it cost bitch I floss big whips I floss big chains I talk big shit 'Cause I'm got big thangs
But still I'm like, dear God I wonder, could you save me? Too much sinning, gotta be more than plush living Gotta be more than grabbing nines to buck tin in Gotta be
here (Where we can have the freedom to be) Secret lovers under covers have no fear cuz.... I'm about to blow ya mind blow ya mind, blow ya mind Girl I
I don't know what I'd do if i ever lost you All the loneliness i would go through But if you wanna leave i won't stop you I've been gone so long, I'm
what I'm saying? Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean? See... I kill for my nigga
what I'm saying? Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean? See... I kill for my
my cup see I'm a drunk and man I can't get enough and when I'm wit' my patna, aint worried bout who drunk the liquor 'cause I know it won't nothin'
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not or not this may be the only opportunity that I got [Chorus:] You better lose
makes me wonder, ooh, it makes me wonder. There's a feeling I get When I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have
adapt, i'm trapped If I could go back, I never woulda rapped I sold my soul to the devil, i'll never get it back I just wanna leave this game with level
pass me by Sometimes I think theres nothin to live for I almost break down and cry Somtimes I think I'm crazy I'm crazy, oh so crazy Why am I here, am I
I die, I'ma be so high that I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare with the chalk outline still there I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot I
get it, shitted on villians by the millions I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles
