to be you 've got to think fast the aftermath of your actions whiplash I know your all tirted of these wannabe thugs claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel thinking
Превод: Crazy Town. Мисли бързо.
Превод: Crazy Town. Мисли Бързо (Explicit албуми Version).
ought to be you 've got to think fast the aftermath of your actions whiplash I know your all tirted of these wannabe thugs claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel thinking
realize that the worlds got your neck in a noose if things ain't like they ought to be You've got to think fast the aftermath of your actions whiplash
, tell me now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gonna run this town tonight Is who's gonna run this town tonight We gonna run this town We are,
' like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay I'm packin' two gats and I wish I could carry more Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs before Yeah, I know
go 50 60 stacks of more and I'm in your town Just to shake some booty home but it finna go down Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast Have
wanna go 56 stacks of more and I'm in your town Just to shake some booty home but it finna go down Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast Have
Bizzy-(Talking)It's East 1999 time. Bizzy-(Rapping)I promise that I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. Is
Too $hort everything has been squashed. *(Too $hort talking)* Yeah we want everybody to know, that it's, you know, the Oak-Town ain't about this
til I die I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) I'm livin' life in the fast lane
Like E-40 holding down the yay , N.W.A. in L.A. OutKast from the A-Town, way down in Houston, they play the UGK I walk and talk kinda fast and thought
yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin' crazy Dead meat placed on the shelves we eat cold cuts Fast
big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick A nice house with five rooms, maybe six A town where money is coming, eighty bricks Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy
the feds, catch me if you can I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan Get there and bury the bricks in the sand They think I want a tan, I
think they think they like me(Oh I think they like me) Oh I think they think they like me(Oh I think they like me) Oh I think they think they like me(