Слова:
Blue Six Close To Home

always close to home It feels right, won't you remember me? You're alright It feels right, won't you remember me? On cold nights, just think of me and you're always close to home

I can kiss the sky How sick? So Sick that you can suck my dick 'Til my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff

ahh (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? Home girls, attention you must pay So listen close

david on top of they post Soft wind blows, breath through my silk blue robe After I feast, fall asleep between my seven pillows Feel my eyes close, then

motherfucker I wonder how they last Niggas had fades, and bushes and shit Just like on the street the third was runnin' it You couldn't step close to the blue

shit, this the south side Got a fat dick on your mouth wide I've come to take it outside, nah, do it right here Hop out later ownin' everybody's home

boy look, honor roll student Shakin' off pounds like I'm Big Mate Luton On the streets I'm a nuisance, whippin' in a blue six Shinin' like a star, but

said, ?I'm with you, toots? The music was soft and there was wine in the glasses She started winking and making little passes At me, she pat me close

strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues 3 strikes you out, 3 strikes you lose 3 strikes you fall, 3 strikes you catch the blues