Alright, Prey tell, I'm in the mood for laughter We are filled with food and fine spirits Bring me my idiot, oh, idiot, do make us laugh Does anybody
Al-right prey tell I'm in the mood for laughter We are filled with food & fine spirits Bring me my idiot Oh idiot do make us laugh Does anybody remember
Перевод: Sugar Ray. Принесите мне голову ....
Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat And there was no one better qualified to cry awhile, cry awhile Not quite like Mr Johnny Ray Mmm Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat Sugar
wet like perry-ay Better hope there's a ambulance on the way OK if you wanna fight just say We uppercut MC's like sugar Ray Hot like Cairo, hot like
't mean to sound crunchy Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her scrunchy A light snack hungry munchy Felt a funny hunch and then she told me, "Donkey, punch me
dad robbie ray: night luv you miley: luv ya ( mileys dream ) robby ray:MILLLLEEYYY! were is that useless free loader!? Miley: right here daddy robby ray
my boxers so my big... ohh! Cue the rapper tell him bring what little he got Up against the Villy, it's really not diddly-squat Until they head hurts -
leaf? As you know I wear my boxers so my big... Cue the rapper tell him bring what little he got Up against the Villy, it's really not diddly-squat Until they head
wet like perry-ay Better hope theres a ambulance on the way OK if you wanna fight just say We uppercut MC's like sugar Ray Hot like Cairo, hot like
gave him 25, damn a quarter water But we from the same hood where they slaughtered porter You a passer, me I got a scorers aura Owe me money, your wife
belly But I'm with Del Ray So funk don't fade me Let me hit it man You're finna kick the can (Sugar) Come on, bitch, man You're getting ready to die
buggy in the sun Females - let your hair down Cause this is how we do it when we go uptown with the funky sound, the razzamatazz you give me to the "
your belly But I'm with Del Ray So funk don't fade me Let me hit it man You're finna kick the can (Sugar) Come on, bitch, man You're getting ready to
with the heads, drug dealers, and the runaways Killa, put yo' gun away Don't make me take yo' life Type of muthafucka bring an axe to a gunfight Represent
Feds gave him 25, damn a quarter water But we from the same hood where they slaughtered porter You a passer, me I got a scorers aura Owe me money, your
