find out (get out, get out) i gotta find out (get out, get out) i gotta try and find a friend i gotta try and find a good place again, try and find my
Käännös: Big D Ja Kids Table. Selvitä.
{she won't ever figure it out she won't ever figure it out} you're the one that they complain to you take the time you give advice, you take the time
nana, nana, niiiiii I got a big NANA chain hanging down to my navel tell the bartender "take a fat bottle of champagne to Polydor's table" big men acting like school kids
nana, nana, niiiiii I got a big NANA chain hanging down to my navel tell the bartender ?take a fat bottle of champagne to Polydor?s table? big men acting like school kids
And if I'm not careful, be the same place they find him there And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finish line Putting food on the table like it's
with a big mouth, Hoods tore it all down, shouts to the kids south. Chorus Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table, Let down you hair, lean
respect Disrespect hurt but pain is when I burn a tech And it ain't nutttin' like gettin' ya head slittin' ya wig And the fed find you buried with your bitch and her kids
PUSHES KID AGAINST THE LOCKER AGAIN AND CARLY WALKS INTO SAME HALL AND ROLLS HER EYES. SAM: AND WHAT AM I AGAIN? KID: PRETTY AND SWEET. SAM: THANK YOU
big guns and 3-D is haunting It gets deep, fuckin' with these Chinese Thai weed burnin' my hip from hot gats Burnin' my lips from roach clips Catch me on 40th and
're stuck in your town and you can't get out when your life's built like a cell you can't find a way out when your life's built like a cell stuck inside
0ooooooo... Under the table we fill our glass. So me and Johnny just sit outside Warmed by that summer night While those city stars are shining Down on our streets And
girl please come save me in an imagination world one day she'll come around and find me, i know one day she'll come around and find me 'cause i know
am, It's the attitude of my life, And I turn around and see how some have made me feel So nice to be, just made me laugh at life when I couldn't deal, And
holes, you know? And I'm hot! Don: And I got the bun and the hamburger and the relish and the orange and I've got my clothes off and I'm hot! Phyllis:
checks jam and I waited all damn week And if I flip 'em the bad guy, you wonder why When the corner officers and nobody can call me back And everybody
suburbanite slob I like football and porno and books about war I've got an average house with a nic hardwood floor My wife and my job, my kids and my
too connected like John Gotti and Nino For a small fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick
