and crusty like me. (chorus) This is not some job flipping nasty burgers at the local drive through. Sitting around all day dreaming of the W's.
Перевод: W в. Jp.
old and crusty like me. This is not some job flipping nasty burgers at the local drive through. Sitting around all day dreaming of the W's. Becoming
verse 1: abc 123 dance with me can't you sing cause abc 123 come on sing the alpabet with me a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z can you
stuck him right there. And little black boys, and little white girls will one day hold hands together. Shit. Is that where it's at?Is that where it's
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popped and call for they mamma, when the drama unfolds My block, hot as a sauna, n**** w*** u* a** j*** C**** deals on every corner, fiends wanna foam you with soap And, if life's
lovin' you Turn your back, they tryin' to break your J A W Who a nigga on the run, eatin' P.O.W.s Strapped with arrows and the chrome B O W? It's no
Somebody say, say A lemme hear you say, say, say Your daddy said, ?Come back, baby, find your life? It was wrong before but this time it's right It's
that pussy all the way out! [BM] Shake it! Don't break it! It took your momma nine months to make it Bend over and spread 'em, girl Show-w-w me those
d-don't do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!" And now I'ma come and kill 'em
L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's
ya like O.J. The stereotypes don't go away Little nigga, nice car, where the kilos lay? The po-po wanna send us where the P.O.'s play Thinkin' we all
Boy and that girl Come into my world 38127, shady vista by the stairs Y O slash G O slash T T I slash Get up on yo ass W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot
E F G, H I J K L M N O P Q R S, T U V, W X Y Z Now I know my ABC's, next time won't you sing with me? "Go on, laugh, make a jackass out of yourself
s your funk?) Funkentelechy (How's your funk?) Funkentelechy (Ho) How's your funkentelechy? How's your funkentelechy? How's your funkentelechy? How's your funkentelechy? (How's
we wasn't Trust me it's nothin', just another day in the life for country cousins It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins It's nothin
got it sprayed Now when I park where it's dark, you can't see the shade (huh) [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 3 - Bun B] Man, there's a road through the
