"Damn that television, what a bad picture Don't get upset, it's not a major disaster There's nothing on tonight," he said "I don't know what's the matter
Перевод: Talking Heads. Найдено работы.
head 'cause my hoe's still missin, like it's green on the other side. That hoe cost me my job, I'm afraid I shoulda learned mo' about the business. A
Juicy J] Freaky lil thang gon pass me by watchin you out the corner of my eye Wit a big booty and them healthy thighs let a nigga get a lil piece of that
head Now I see him every week and every now and then He talks about that night and the peace that came over him Talk about a sign, can I get an amen
kicked in the door I had a job and a piece of land, my sweet wife was my best friend But I traded that for cocaine and a whore With my new found sobriety
good head'll do Turn a freak to a bisexual and if she's flexible Fuck the nigga next to you The world is filled with pimps and hoes We'll just talk
s random but we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning and a new fitted and some job opportunities thats
ward, 9th and the rest But who's down to knock a head off and wear a vest? Take a flight through that Nolia and then see who represent Not with them thugs
-front crib, yo I'm a get her them pretty bay windows I'm a cop a nice home to provide in A safe environment for seeds to reside in A fresh whip for my
def jam 'Cause I married the streets and Atlanta has been my best man My momma quit her job and now she works for six figures 'Cause I'm a self made nappy headed
may come to life now in their yard with a shotgun and knife Cut the screen Went in and found the kid Blew a bowl of spaghetti in the side of his head,
went in the movies and just chilled and relaxed Chorus: I found a body, I sure as hell could use a buddy I'm lonely, I could use a homie Ever since
come to life, now I'm in their yard with a shotgun and knife Cut the screen, went in and found the kid, blew a bowl of spaghetti in the side of his head
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine Like the star that he longed to be He looked a Hell of a lot like me Well he'd played a lot of places where
a n***a need them/ Prospect for a jack/ Then you can squeeze them/ To his head/ Left him deader than a doorknob/ Chose to rob/ He should have got a muthaf
's they fear me The word was out for lil' kid's not to talk or come near me I'm on a stroll with my nina and my black glove Doin' a job, now I rub a dub
A twenty fed the tank Two bucks fed the band Maybe we could make it Down in jambalaya band In a Meade Lux Lewis bar That's where we found the job Knocking
