intro: grown folk,get money,new money, chorus:x2 Rich Boy Sellin' crack fuck niggaz wanna jack Shit Tight No Slack Just Bought A Cadillac Throw Some
D-D-Deitrick Haddon D-D-Deitrick Haddon D-D-Deitrick Haddon D-D-Deitrick Haddon I ain't change 'Cuz I got folks singing my name (Singing my name, yeah
I saw you yesterday on the corner of Davie You were looking pretty white of skin Too jacked up on that Shanghai shit To enquire about the shape i'm in
Превод: Deathside. Without You Ds.
Превод: Хадън, Deitrick. 7-DS.
Превод: Еминем. Уведомленията и Cb (Leonie Feat. Дунга-г).
Превод: Рено. Ds духа вятър.
David Sandstrom i Refused ar en javla kukskalle
Pathetic wankers Think they're hard Macho insecurity Got no place here In this scene we're all the same But Scarhead can play somewhere else Please
Round and round we go Grind that wheel
This is a cover song. It's basically your average anti-racism anthem
Fukk shit up
No debate, just action Smash without hesitation No choice, just do it Don't think ahead Standing in line, scream and push In reality you're scared
Unite and fight Straights and drunks join the fight! - as one Punks and skins join the fight - as one Our time will come, we«ll crush the scum that
re the youth crew, stand side by side Never growing old, never gonna die We will always be around, noting can break us down We will always be around, DS
Imagine being born with loads and loads of cash I would be doing nothing, just play my demon thrash I could live my life doing nothing Just hanging
Les filles sont des garcons bizarres Qui se couchent dans le noir Qui parlent a leur miroir Qui evitent le frisson En
'Zat you, Santa Claus? Gifts I'm preparin' For some Christmas sharin' But I pause because Hangin' my stockin' I can hear a knockin' 'Zat you, Santa Claus
