solutions, over and over Well now, we need a revolution, over and over Well, I was talking about ecology, over and over Now, we'll be saved by technology, over and over
Перевод: Молодые сердечного приступа. Over And Over.
on a minute now This can't go on much longer I said no, no, no Over and over, over and over Over and over, over and over
Click and gave every member in the group a hug Even messed with my boy Slim Thug, he pulled up, you had a heart attack You tried to mess with Game and
that! gawn'na fuck dat! June have a fuckin' heart attack It's over! EVERYBODY KNOWS NOW! It's no fuckin' secret Joo know dis motherfucker, O - K A Y ?!! It's over
gawn'na fuck dat! June have a fuckin' heart attack It's over! EVERYBODY KNOWS NOW! It's no fuckin' secret Joo know dis motherfucker, O - K A Y ?!! It's over
No more white fans and no more soul And you might have a heart attack When you find out the black folks don’t want you back And you know what’s worse?
like a young gun fully black Barrack I cried tear drops over the massive attack I only make hits like I work with a racket and bat Look at my jacket and
like a young gun fully black Barrack I cried tear drops over the massive attack I only make hits like I work with the racket and bat Look at my jacket and
you choke I'll run it down your back, might cause a heart attack I'll put it in your butt until I get enough And then I'll take it out and put it in
or my babyface? The night's still young and I'm already leanin', True's through the lot and them dudes still gleamin' the liquor in me and I don't need
and clothes Amateurs and pros, hard-head niggaz and hoes, also friends and foes Let it be known that you'll lose your life fucking around with Lo This is my Glockapella and
Doc Y'all, yo, yo yo, when I hear a bass This goes out to my niggaz and you all bitches The Benzes, Range Rovers and sixty-four switches The C.I.A., Feds and
to do, when I come through Let this young mack show you, grab the mic an' tighten up yo' lyrics If it ain't real, I ain't really tryin' to hear it See
front of the K-Mart shopping center Wit' a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucks And a bunch of change and wife beater with a mustard stain I'll crush
between the baby and you The sky was crying, rain and hail When you put your baby in the garbage pail Then you kissed the kid and put down the lid And