Well, I'm busted Yes, I'm busted But my heart Won't let me die If you feel alright, darlin' Won't you come around? Won't you come around? 'Round, 'round
Перевод: Black Keys. Busted.
Well I'm busted, yes I'm busted but my heart won't let me die. If you feel alright darlin' Wont you come around (x2) 'round (x4) If you love me like
before we blow this Murdered nobody Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors [Busta Rhymes] MONEY! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys
to squeeze Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees Chorus: I caught that ill vibe Tip [word Bust?] yo yo word That ill vibe Tip [word Bust
you can't trust cash Spit line of fire and he can't touch black All you can do is cuss back in your weak raps bout how you bust gats Nigga we don'
the glove Now, do these fools got a problem with me? Or do they got love? So when the light turns green, I don't bone out I wanna see what these black
we've got em." I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood I think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts Long Beach, bust
Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy Hot, Hot, Hot Boy (Lil Wayne) Baby let me get the keys to the rover No, let me get the keys to the house in
i FLY by. You like a slow motion. All in 3-D. Cuz everywhere I go, they by like "there he go" I fit the description, Black Tee an dickies, big glock
cops [*Brakes*] Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop [*Brakes*] I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust And down here we drink
scared hoe what what what You scared hoe what what what Kickin in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys (rpt 2x) [Verse 1] Bust in with
the game He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain Nothin's changed in a city flask Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats
trouble you found 'Cause we diss ya, then issue The critical beat down He needed money I would always come through Needed a car he could use mine too But bust
him up, his mans and them too Yo, bag him up, smack him up Doing this do or die lifestyle for ransom 50 g's, need keys to free their grandson Run but
blunts You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us Don't be so quick to test us I'll be annoyed and might bust I'ma have to talk to Eazy through
, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot Alright stop it, 'cause I done had enough When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust Baby, let me get the keys to the
