can't get up then just get rude Do ya feel like takin' 'em down? Do ya feel like takin' 'em down? Do ya feel like takin' 'em down? Do ya feel like takin
Перевод: Right Said Fred. Do Ya Feel?.
! Jon: Yeah, baby! Fred: I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide. Jon: What the fuck ya' sayin'?
stop rapping 'cause I rap so hard From here to New York, back to California I bumped your girlfriend, don't say I didn't warn ya All this time you said
ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes Clyde But you said it best, there's no place to hide What the fuck ya sayin'? You're a pimp whatever, Limp dick Fred Durst
feel it ( *DJ Kut Terrorist cuts up* ) (Can you feel it) I make you feel it Kut Terrorist (Can you feel it) Listen (Can you feel it) Make em feel it (Can you feel
dogs is at the one That'll bite your ass to pieces Where my cancers at the one That'll cut your ass to shreds Hey, ya'll better look out, coming to ya
an imagrant to get him his papers Niggaz don't wanna give me the mic 'cause they afraid I'mma say shit And that's right I'mma say shit Right in they
Hart] - You're a liar, Fred. [Fred Casely] - Oh, yeah, so what? [Roxie Hart] You lied to me... [Fred Casely] That's right, sweetheart. That's right
[chorus, snoop singing] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time Yeah Don't do it Fell off into a party in the cpt Niggas looking at me strange But
Business" is my shit, when I'm {Driving down the block} bass kicking man sorta like Fred A-do And I'm looking blessed like I said A-choo I'm so damn
If I gotta go away to make you feel better I'll go away! Ya know? I got what I came to get My money right, ya nah mean I'm good don't worry 'bout me I
, baby! Fred: I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide. Jon: What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp
I gotta go away to make you feel better I'll go away! Ya know? I got what I came to get My money right, ya nah mean I'm good don't worry 'bout me I'm
Yeah, baby! Fred: I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide. Jon: What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're
s said "Wu for the kids" Took four or five shots when they rushed in the crib Trey-five-seven cracked ya ribs, cops shot ya whip You've been chased by
