name but I just want to stay at home. You're dressed in white standing by the altar. I'm at some junkies home on South State St. sleeping on the floor
Переклад: Fake проблеми. Тепло на ногах.
my name but I just want to stay at home. You're dressed in white standing by the altar. I'm at some junkies home on South State St. sleeping on the
hit the scene Nothin but warriors on my on a mission for everthing bling bling Gettin snatched lay down in a wrath Nigga meat you in the streets lay yo ass on
within, so roll wit tha Shifts, 'cause tha thug, they creep, gon' flip it all tha reep, on tha midnight streets, where they play foe keeps, so fake soldiaz
repeats No place to hide run amuck in the streets It goes lost in the city Running out of choices Going nowhere fast Still hearing voices Come on legs come on feet
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window Call my son, "Yo son, we got beef but no question Money had a problem so I solved him" I got my mind on
the leaves when they fall, yeah? And does it like, sometimes, feel like my big fake orgasm? A gut reaction, instinctive spasm the chasm And do your problems
tramps my nigga when I walk I'm leavin' holes in the concrete Xzibit dropped that heat from thirty thousand feet... [Chorus: W.C.] nigga what? roll up on
say- (what) It couldn't be thick and quick to flied'em dicks As soon as the heat spit Stitch your fucking feet to a brick Enjoy then bait Heats to
right!) You need to speed outta here like grab some Sonic Tonic, Don?t think we don?t know about basketball season, AT you be on it chronic, All these fakes
it snows And can you feel the heat or only the afterglows Do you count the flakes When it snows Does your life sometimes feel like one big fake
my nigga when I walk I'm leavin' holes in the concrete Xzibit dropped that heat from thirty thousand feet... [Chorus: W.C.] nigga what, roll up on them
stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window call my son, "yo son we got beef but no question Money had a problem so I solved him". I got my mind on
