' me up like a jungle cat Used to be fine but now she's funky I don't mind She's not the love of my life anymore The love of my life takes my lunch
Превод: Каубой устата. Любовта на живота ми.
I'm extra gettin' it MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble MVP is my statistic I
this was around spring eighty one I was in the life and had a good three year run Anyway, one Friday on the side of the road in L.A. My man Wes says
milk, mixed up Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech With cowboy
all those that wanna where they can get some. White, black or brown it don't matter to me, this here's for everyone that loves the country. My way of life, my
from their frame Whatever as always With their hands that sold me everything Slapped a price tag on my chest Bit my tongue and shut my mouth Tried to
around us, Holy Spirit burn within us. [Chorus:] Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, within us. Spirit of truth, my eyes deceive me, Teach me how to see, Ears cannot hear, my mouth
for He loved to play the game where Every deep dissatisfaction Easy to bitch Easy to whine Easy to moan Easy to cry Easy to feel like there ain't nothing in your life
do Yet he don't love you like I love you He can't see you like I do I bet he's never known the ways of love I'll swear he's never known the ways of
big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech With cowboy hats
all those that wanna where they can get some. White, black or brown it don?t matter to me, this here?s for everyone that loves the country. My way of life, my
...3.. Lawrence Wigger wants you back (He's got a lazy eye) My judge wants you back Debbie Allen wants you and my taco wants you back Larry Hagman wants
OG come out of Paris we gonna have somethin real swole to fold my nigga down in Bam foldin paper, my nigga Poola my nigga Big Poola Mic an we be bout
from their frame Whatever as always With their hands that sold me everything Slapped a price tag on my chest Bit my tongue and shut my mouth Tried
around spring eighty one I was in the life and had a good three year run Anyway, one friday on the side of the road in L.A. My man Wes says hey, "I got