A little more than I should But sometimes I need a drink to simply help myself to think and I can think much better when my lips are a little wetter
Перевод: Get Set Go. Little More.
drinkin A little more than I should But sometimes I need a drink to simply help myself to think and I can think much better when my lips are a little
as I begin To spaz with the pen, I’m a little bit sicker than most Shit’s finna get thick again They say the competition is stiff But I get a hard dick
go back for a second helping Can you dig what I'm sayin' man, can you smell me? I want you to feel me like my step father felt me Fuck a little puppy
hows it going girlfriends you needs a boyfriend? you need some ointment, just set up an appointment who’s-gonna-go-see-the-doctor first? we’ll do a coin
no difficulty multi-task And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft Slash entrepreneur who has helped launch a few more rap acts Who's had a few
my damn umbulical cord Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board That smashed into your Honda Accord With a 4 door Ford But a more toward
shoes off, before you have a sound voyage, and siyanara see ya f-ckers tommorow, get some R and R and marinate in some marinara, and have a coke and a
you ask me my offer is extremely handsome, A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson! Yeaah! - Me fallin'-off? It's really far feeetcchhed! I turn a little to a
get into all that! Girl, I perform for ya, like a porn star! Till ya had enough then I just need a little bit more New music, new move, new position,
The best show of bitches, so electro bitches, c'mon Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches Then we go and add a little propane to it Then we send
on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on Stupid right between yo legs, get yo suck on Drink bottles, treat niggas like gus d’amoto Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a
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 a bitch
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping* I'm great distance like AT&T I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee Yo I Fades
a little sharper Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder Blazing to the point where niggaz look a
no feelins no more More the actin up the more the shit I felt in my gut The shit was all over as soon as the director said CUT! That's a wrap, good
mars is mourned warned rating. Torn wound a sprite bright light the mics. Mix vega a quarter woters. What you get when you’re broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering Ting-a-ling-a
