Baby Deleilah Sick in her skin Out on the highway Livin' for nothing but him It's the same old song again An absence she defends On and on and on forever
Vertimas: Get Up Kids. Ligonių jos odos.
Baby Deleilah Sick in her skin Out on the highway livin for nothing It's the same old song again And since she defends On the moon and on forever
, poet, never to mention I love my lady rebel we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke
that C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Cut up, gettin
the streets My mammal animal skin, excitin' all the birds in your Jeep I'm crazy nigga, when I was young I spread and shaved both legs to my babysitter Ran into Bebe's Kids
bottle cap tips Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips Slap hips, support domestic violence Beat your bitches ass while your kids
the cat, exactly where he live at And when I get there, just blaze God and don't look back 'Cause Ricky got no kids and no wifey So when I get there
Your little hoodrat friend makes me sick But after I get sick I just get sad 'Cause it burns being broke and it hurts to be heartbroken And always being
? Whatever... [Esham] How you in love wit her, when every thug hit her Just met her off a lap dance now you babysit her And get her everything she need
lured into corners by the peer pressure shit How would you feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel Gettin threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow Bet suburban kids
when the truck stops The rims still look like they on fast forward I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick
poet, never did mention I love my lady rebel We can get this stroke on, we can get this stroke on, and we can get this stroke on, and we can get this
ve seen your kind before you're not original Just a sick mixed up individual Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch Marking off the goods you got going up
dump, for your trunk Get you hooked like crack hooked humpty hump I catch the *real* with more sick humor than benny *hill* I slap you up and make you
step 1, (ahh) 2, (ahh) across the creaky floor Spill some fuckin' blood then I'm out the back door Takin' little trinkets, fingernails and pieces of skin
Get back before I get raised, get lower Do some extreme shit, keep from bein' bored Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen They get hot and get
love hoes. i just don't pay em Cut up, know we like to get that cut up freaky things we be bout get that cut up, oh ooh ooh oooh cut up freaky things
