up but let's go back in, don't take them heels off, ready for action. Cause when it all goes down. When it goes down, when it, when it, when it goes
you comin'? When, when, oh, when, girl, tell me when When we, when we, when When, girl, tell me when When, girl, tell me when When we, when we, when When
:] I know you're dressed up and let's go back in, Don't take the heels off, ready for action, And when it all goes down, when it, when, when, when it
Перевод: Бак. Когда.
work in so when are you cum'n oh When when when when when When when when when when when Oh oh Girl tell me when When we when we when [Climax:] Here
when it all goes down, when it, when, when, when it goes down, Come , you should rest up and now you're streppin' Girl you're the best love, is ..action, And when
'll steal from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat and when I pull
boy you better get a clue, she's on my dick cuz I spit better than you. What you expect her to do? How you expect her to act in the sack when she's closing
up on the floor Right now and grab someone (one) *1st verse* Now first of all I'm the boss I just wanna get that across Man even my Dentist hates when
lawn mower out on the dang lawn And he laid all up underneath it with the thing on Then he took his pants, he took every fuckin' thing off Everything, except his tank
in his engine Bitch, give me them digits while you're cringin' Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin While I spin spin even ten cents on you, since when
It's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck When you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull Cause they full of shit too When a dude
acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets I'm your brother when you need, some good weed to set you free You know me, I'm your friend, when you need a minithin
that'll steal from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
to beefing, aint no telling at what point it will stop, all I got to do is point to the spot, when the bomb drops boy does it drop, and when it does boy
the shot box Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow When
can feel it claws but the pain of a bullet would burn much hotter in the spot like, mounted on the cannon of the tank the prowls. Holy war, deliver
