flipside 'cause your life expectancy is your last cigarette And your friends all call you Mister Serious Yea your friends still call you Mister Serious....Serious...Serious
Cuz your life expectancy is your last cigarette And your friends all call you Mister Serious Yea your friends still call you Mister Serious....Serious...Serious
Перевод: Over It. Мистер серьезные.
flipside Cuz your life expectancy is your last cigarette And your friends all call you Mister Serious Yea your friends still call you Mister Serious....Serious...Serious
Hey, yo, yo, shorty here's your drink Finally, finally, you took forever, (jeez) you idiot (squealing) Oh my god Oh my god You got it all over my shoes (he spilled it) (are you serious
, they don't want none, just get it crackin' get it pappin' they gon' run/ I'm up early to get my hustle on, later to get it strong and I'm gone/ Gotta
angels and demons fightin' over my soul/ Lord, just give me the path through this bloodbath and it's on, Lord/ Roll all haters, out my zone when it's
I couldn't sleep again that night, thanks to some seriously disturbing nightmares matthew says I s "Went out for the weekend, it lasted for ever, high with our friends it
!" "They look like... puppets." "I THOUGHT WE SOUNDED REALLY GOOD, MAN, I THOUGHT WE SOUNDED PRETTY GOOD!" "OHHHHHH, YEEEEEAAAH!" All these rappers are so serious, it
"D" How it is, how it was, that's the way it'll be But you still think you can beat me, huh, get it together 'Cause I'll never be beat, never be beat
along with the gang, Mister tray deee, mister bad bad carabino, and soopafly the high priest, Ah, letting you know that this gang banging is serious business
reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge
long, don't know right from wrong Y'all scared to come near it, you ignore the voice In your head when you hear it The enemy is after yo' spirit but you think it
for art thou How goes Victor Jara I got a stadium-sized pro rata headache Pretentious moi The ghost of Eamonn Andrews smiling watching over me I love it let's shoot it
power I guess it spreads the English language Communication, no more tribes with shrunken heads It's inevitable, it's my playground But I have to be serious
Yeah, and when we drop it on you idiots, "Aww shit" Yeah, yeah, Mister X to the Z with the L I K's It's the Likwid family, bringin' it live to you and
