You don't care what's happening to me You don't care what's happening to me I went out on a Saturday night I got in a bleedin' fight All the lads came
Перевод: Sham 69. We Got борьбе.
prison You don't care what's happening to me You don't care what's happening to me I went out on a Saturday night I got in a bleedin' fight All the
see a nigga backwards don't you Hey dad how come we don't rap on proto Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in the van and he in a tour bus
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 Rollin over a
to fight formake me lose control you make me lose my soul you make me lose everything Ialways stood up for it`s time to take a stand, I`ve got to find
s what real niggaz do u know We hold it down for each other We don't waste time we get it done Why not, Why would'nt we, you know That what goes down
I’m about And this is who I am I got my reasonable doubts I try the best I can… It took me a while to understand But every time I held a miс in my hand
a close call with a grenade I think we both must have been about 7th grade but dont panic we both survived without damage but we developed a bond like we
from the ? no place is shifty global more pistols rush and revolvers we shoot at all that is normal but it ain't just cuz we want to we ain't got no where we
, rich beautiful Beautiful and dirty dirty, rich rich We've got a redlight pornographic dance fight Systematic Honey, but we got no money Our hair
Dont wanna live the normal life Got contraband in my eyes Alcohol and cigarettes, Good white drugs i aint done yet I like to fuck I like to fight Starting
ll be a star Then all of a sudden they just passed Dash the reaper from ontop of ma wardrobe Slap den crack, from side of the mouth Put me on stage infront of a
over...over its not the way i choose to live n somethin somwheres got to give as sharin this relationship gets older...older you know id fight for u but how can i fight
bus. It got funky right here, I had to save my life. In the snow after the show, I had a fight wit' Phife. Moves to a land to get away but back home Job
' and plowin' so long that Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on
Mentally ill, please someone call a docta 911 it's emergency go get a doct. You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka I got a bad habbit I might
and rip rhyme with a passion but in the mean while if worse comes to worst bust a round or bust a verse whatever comes first Yeah! we got it locked