Простая история без начала и конца Всегда одно и тоже повторяется Простая история сливаются тела В одном и том же месте взлетаю в небеса Мы сидим с тобой
Я снова рано встал и смотрю в окно, Но не вижу я друзей возле дома моего, На улице снег и невидно людей, В душе тоска,пара искать новых друзей. Причина
door shawty lay out on da floor shawty Trained to go shawty I'm all about that fuckin' bread rock so many niggas i got a ticket on my head [x2] [verse
you're headin' Ha, forget it [Hook (both)] I'm your host to the roller coaster Stick to your guns and cling to your holster X2 [Prevail] As MC's slowly
now Now Betty X is like Betty Y minus that fatal chromosome Her hair is like the wine dark sea in which sailors come home I say, ?Hey baby?, I say, ?Hey, Betty X
the high life We bust bottles, smoke weed all night Ern Mast (???) cost as much as the 'Gators so... (Roscoe Dash) BIG UP! To all my haters! 50 Cent: Chorus 2x
radar blip for most glorious tittie fuck, cool green over the frame under the clothes line, whos crew choose fuel most, mine, holy trinity, tripple six, tripple x
.. ahhhhh [CHORUS:] It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south, It's the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south [repeat 2X] [Redd] down
And some say Jesus coming for For all I know the earth is spinning slow Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow On bended knee, prostrate before
Bee, queen bee connection Live and direct Shaolin, BK, QB, Boogie Down, wherever you found Yo, yo, deadly venom is how we end 'em Mast avenge 'em, no
mortal on earth like a sailor at sea Heave away, haul away, the ship rolls along Give a sailor his grog and there's nothing goes wrong E's for the ensign that at our mast
and funny and pretty and skinny but tonight I don't feel right I can't wait until I'm back in the city a lonely rage. the hunger is the meanest cage [2x
. It's fucking bullshit Reporters trying to a fucking win an Emmy. (X3) Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock I Hang Myself at Half Mast It
fucking bullshit Reporters trying to a fucking win an Emmy. (X3) Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock I Hang Myself at Half Mast
Embracing - maidens of lust stimulate and manipulate my senses I welcome a watery grave Tied steadfast to the mast tragedy awaits me I'm falling
dollar billers To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers To real niggaz to real niggaz K B X, yo,
