With all of our love, With all of our spite We go to the mattress With all of our love, With all of our spite We go to the mattress I never knew she
Перевод: Get Set Go. Перейти к Матрасы.
fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men" What you see is what you get now Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit,
? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Look at her, go, I wanna know Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Look at her, go, I wanna know Who dat girl? Who
in trouble Gotta get me back down to street level I get around Here I come when I better go I say yes when I ought to say no Here I come when I better go
nappin' homie? Have everything on and around your mattress Lookin' like the word infront of a matrimony, you hot, fuck yeah Go 'head jump, no matter how high you get
like, "Where did all my blessings go?" You chasing dreams but then you stop, guess you'll never know I got a show for you to watch heres an episode Professional, set
, police roll thru with caution, scared to death the homies got tats across them, capitol BH over they necks, since birth bangin the set, even the hoes bangin the set
make le le le lets make le le le lets make...Lets GO!! Ima set the cameras up, u gon light the candles up. Get ready for my stamina, Yeahh (Let's Make
bout drinkin' his wine Regulatin' 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout Tactics, keep gats under the mattress Player hater, my team a bunch of regulator Set
in the chamber, ready for the danger Five cliffhangers, I'm a show 'em how to tip toe Here to wreck a set, bang, when I drop my fifth O H-Town, San Anton
within them But let's take a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this path called, 'Stranded on death row' So duck when I swing my shit I get
together Me and pac hit the slot Now it's out in the open Didn't take long To make her get it on Came on strong And thugs get lonely too Was our slogan
miss the gunnin Its do or die When we ride out Niggero you comin Lets leave the scene And go and hide out An miss the trippin Trippin an clippin Lets get
belt A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt Forty, there go that nigga That sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set You mean that soap
watch me set up a goldmine We got guns tucked in our waistlines, wit raps Hangin' from our back pockets miraculous money nigga Can't stop at Sherlock Holmes can go
