Starts off in my hips, move to my lips For all those who want to analyze me For all those who want to analyze me Start it off in the hips, move to my
Water, now I've got me a daughter Carriage for two I call my baby Boo Hey T, I've got a little black girl And this little black girl's beautiful Carriage
Trample on my Trample on my soul (Kill me with a quickness) Trample on my soul (Kill me with a quickness) Trample on my soul Money greedy, money greedy
don't like guns And in them comes spoil the rude boys funds I'm resilian I don't just wanna male a million And if the radio shows throw low blows We do this with
So you like to demise with your pen Was the same, I was the same that when? Then and now, I wanna change But don't know how Do's and don'ts, don'ts I
boost up the record sales Now which one of you's gonna be the next niggy You don't have to worry 'bout them, 2pak holding hands with biggy I watch where
(White boy) I said I'm bored We have to kill the noise She said "why don't you try boys?" I said "No I'm-a get me a white girl" 'Cause it's a big white
Peyote sings 'Excuse me, what you looking at ? Aren't you that ? Yes I am, why ? I've seen you on television Yeah I do that stuff, helps me sell my vision
I feel you changin' me, changin' me I can see them changin' me I can see them changin' me Ah, changin' me Wanna take my clothes off Tear my mouth and
Oceans won't soothe me You love it when I'm leaving You love it when I'm leaving Angels with dirty faces Disappear without traces Them bones Angels with dirty faces
I'm gonna see my baby She makes me feel like movin' I'm gonna see my baby She makes me feel like movin' She makes me feel high She makes me feel low
on my door, I opened it, no quit It was Sarah standing there with a bag named Kit She starts to use me and abuse me and at first I wasn't with it Then
I've been working so hard Just came home from my job I look down in my wallet Goddammit, I've been bought Where can my money be now? Five of the week
it when I'm leaving You love it when I'm leaving Angels with dirty faces Disappear with out traces Them bones Angels with dirty faces Disappear with
Переклад: Хитрий. Talk To Me (Ангели з брудними особами).
: Tricky: Trample on my Trample on my soul Kill me with a quickness Trample on my soul Kill me with a quickness Trample on my soul Money greedy Money
: (feat. Martina Topley-Bird) Martina: I've been working so hard Just came home from my job I look down in my wallet Goddamit I been bought Where can