ball and chains, my lock and key I'm liking it, baby She's my ball and chains, my lock and key I'm liking it good She's my ball and chains, my lock
on tellin' ya Chorus: She's my ball and chain My lock and key And I'm liking it baby She's my ball and chain My lock and key And I'm liking it good
Перевод: Яд. Ball And Chain.
keep on tellin' ya Chorus: She's my ball and chain My lock and key And I'm liking it baby She's my ball and chain My lock and key And I'm liking it good
upholds this prison of dust I'm here, the sexiest god is pain, just gimme the ball and chain I'm here, falling pround and tall on my face, reaching grace
a bird on a wire I had to find me a place to stand Here is a man (?) with his poison pen and his children in armor and frustrated men and women who don
Warwick hotel Some fat man from the opera who tried to sing Missty Black men and black boys in white ties and tails And mascara and rouge and fake fingernails
breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa You know the code, yo caesar low straddlers Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin' Imperial wizards, Staten, knife game off the chain And
election Like a gun with no bullets in the clip for protection Like the crowd packed in the front without the midsection Used to live robbing and stealing and
to the PO and down '71 We on to the C.O. and fuckin' with the B O N E Hit the floor and go, and again we hit the door Ammo explode, rappin' in platinum
powers won't increase [2.] You're a slave, make no mistake This is the order, you give and we take From the start , we'll keep you in chains Ball and chain
't break the ball and chain grow in veins that poisons the soul later on in the cold won't feel the fear that burns Eyes full of doubt and questioned
ain't free like you and me, I don't mind Why'd you have to be so mean and cruel? The dogs are loose I'm on to you You ball and chained together from
some fat man from the opera who tried to sing misty And it was black men and black boys in white ties and tails And mascara and rouge and fake fingernails
that's ok, i've heard it before you can open the wound i feel no pain i don't need an armour suit you're the one with the ball and chain -chorus-
She hates me and all my friends With Love and war and battle plans I'm down for the count from her high heel shoe One, two, three, aint enough for you
' the ox Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol Wild out, have a ball, you could drink '