Un cow-boy con due occhi d'acciaio con due pistole qui due gambe diritte e nervose Mc Coy due peluzzi qui. Oh-oh. Aveva otto bai, trenta selle colpiva
I can hear them now They're dancing in my head I'd be better off not knowing what's to be said I'll be better off I'll be better off Yeah, yeah
Vertimas: House Of Fools. I Heard Rumor.
I'll be better off Yeah, yeah, yeah I'll be better off I'll be better off I'll be better off, better off, better off I can hear them now They're
lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim And started fucking with Trina I heard the
's turnin' to a jungle Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for show No, no, don't spend a lot contend with a men Lookin' at my watch like a meal
like I don't even know you You fuck other people and I fuck other people You're a slut but I'm equal I'm a mutt we're both people In our ways but neither
you like I don't even know you You fuck other people and I fuck other people You're a slut but I'm equal I'm a mutt we're both people In our ways but
Ellen that a fool sellin' Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor Catch a tumor, you say I'm dickin' my consumer Suede Puma's as I
-five motherfuckin days a year I have your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin from the cops, well I ain't runnin no mo' I flip
A, L A T I F A H in command Give it to 'em Queen L A T I F A H in command Give it to 'em Queen L A T I F A H in command Give it to 'em Queen L A T I
we say "goddamn fucker" I think I shaked her and I thing I drug her Hubba, Hubba, Hubba Hubba, Hubba, Hubba I think I slammed her on the damn rugga I think I
the wicked man CHORUS Blaze it up The Ganja Vibes Reach every house in your neighborhood tonight The Sacrament a go give dem more sight Oh I, hear
quick cause I swear I heard talking and my camera drops and the house it goes black all of a sudden I feel a hand on my back lights come on I'm freaking
365 motherfuckin' days a year I have your fool staggerin' just like a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin' from the cops, well I ain't runnin' no mo' I
I'm inhaling? Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard? Why am I walking, where am I running? What am I saying, what am I knowing? On this guitar
and I'm probably gonna catch a brick Brick on top of brick, we'll build a house Tell whoever said that I'm still filled with doubt Told me I'm in the
They told my momma I was bipolar had A.D.D. I told em, w-what I wanna do, I wanna be a baller The dream spoilers'll fool ya Hatin on you to they mans
