Перевод: Собаки. Эти дни.
like magic With the bluse lights flashing outside Your face is pretty as astronomy And the bullet whistles Like a poisen kiss But i dont care these days (Thanks to FM for these
I'm right there My every word A fucking night mare Getting high Let me see the sun rise and fall This is for my dogs Down to die for yours Extreme Venom
was raised this way I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler [E.D.I. Amin] Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
fucked up vehicle. switchin my lines. Hotel asks a nigga: "could I share my dimes?±. Picture that, when you scared to draw toes. Playin me close. Rollin with the dogs
Verse 1: busta rhymes Remember the days when I was walking and talking Doing what I gotta do, doing what we wanna do Off into my walked dawn missions,
Make noise one time for the tight little swinger Posing in flicks sticking up my middle finger Everybody trying to get they little shine these days Make
across your skylines Lookin' out my rolly Motha fucka, it's my time By the way, what a way to act with the? We the black dystany These the days of our
dream from where I've come might be reality I stand and I do walk and I do look and I fall short of making sense and on days like this I.... On days like these
of the music that they party to But party on, party on, all night, nigga I got these new rappers nervous, prom night, nigga I grow tired of these fuckin
em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em, come on Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights
recreation, So, I exceed on your expectations. Bitches ain't got it 'em , I kill 'em and then I skin 'em, The contract was signed, but I am the addendum. So, where my dogs
Then I thought about my dogs on the block Kinda understand why they chose a stealin' rock Was it the hair that got me this far? All these girls, these cribs, these
murder mold our lives (See the murder mold) These are the days of our lives (These are the days of our lives) These are the days of our lives Now come
These are the days of our lives See the murder mo the lies These are the days of our lives These are the days of our lives These are the days of our
creating Flow just borin', the spit just corny What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face I miss those days, these days, ghost
these streets a muthafucka gots to eat You can't sleep, 'cause if you're caught sleep, you gots to pay And just like everyone left you got your day And these days
