the Fun Lovin' Criminal, the criminal Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal, the criminal The Fun Lovin' Criminal The Fun Lovin' Criminal The Fun Lovin' Criminal
re always fun loving, so don't start bugging If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal
Перевод: Преступники Fun Lovin. Fun Lovin 'Уголовный.
're always fun loving, so don't start bugging If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal
I was working at the club In 1995 Sunday was the night That the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice That my phobio
You look so fine, I want to break your heart And give you mine, you're taking me over It's so insane, you've got me tethered and chained I hear your name
Like 9 till 10 love 5 point hit All you had was your fist if it was in the grim Some say they're ignorant They leave a trail, spend hard time in jail
We got the crazy crew You think you comin' we say "Na na na" We got the block locked up We got the crazy crew You think you comin' we say "Na na na"
I got my lovin' and it's alright Suga is sweet but sometimes she bite Pucker up, baby and make it tight Livin' my life, keep me up all night Shake that
Bombin' the L, bombin' the L Bombin' the L, bombin' the L Bombin' the L, bombin' the L Bombin' the L, bombin' the L Bombin' the L, bombin' the L Bombin
I think about the block keep it close like treasure Keep it packed away where no one come into Got pulled out of the mix like forever and ever I thought
We got the crazy crew You think you coming we say Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the
[Incomprehensible] Coney Island girl I know this ain't no time to be talking Yo baby, I'll understand it if you keep on walking It's not like I liked
Now I thought we'd come alive And stop all this drunken driving You were the one who wanted to storm those gates And kill those prophets that couldn't
I was working at the club in 1995 Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice and the crowd was just so nice That my phobia
Time is driftin', this rock has got to roll So I hit the road and made my getaway Restless feeling, I really gotta hold I started searching for a better