Vertimas: Gyvenimas, Seksas ir mirtis. Azz \u0026amp; Tittiez.
Vertimas: Gyvenimas, Seksas ir mirtis. Big Mouth, Big Aptarimas.
Vertimas: Gyvenimas, Seksas ir mirtis. Blue Velvet Mėnulio / mes čia dabar.
Vertimas: Gyvenimas, Seksas ir mirtis. Fucking Shit Ass.
with scully hats and Timberland boots No more break-dancing for loot, niggas hustle and shoot In the Garden State, it grows stink weeds and criminals
some dope, I feel so sick It's a sick world, sick, sick, sick Drugs and bitches and junkies and fags Artificial phonies, I hate it, hate it Death, death, death
, 'cause my stomach's in a knot And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats
player for life Gotta be a player for life Gotta be a player for life Gotta be a player for life Gotta be a player for life Gotta be a player for life
know I'm fuckin' hoes, and gettin' high You wanna criticize me but you livin' a lie With yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for hoes You ain't shit motherfucker and
me tonight And I always used to wonder what the future be like Curse words on the TV and radio You wanna see sex, turn it on HBO Late at night, you
is a life of crime And since life's a bitch in mini skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent
I'll ride you to your death and squeeze blood from your breast And work you like a sex slave, you gets no rest Your love is your pain, and pain is your
with lust Where diseases are common, inflicting much pain Gonorrhea and AIDS, too many to name Sex is alive in both young and old But people are
hope that you get bored to death There's no way I'm going through life having vanilla sex The government's trying to get into your bedroom Better lock your door and
by bitches with guns and sex toys Blind love for money, head and warm steel Coke off the boat, wrapped in banana peels Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills And
find me fucked up like the mice in cheese Life's a B, Bentley and big bills Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls Karate, black belt and
Now you hold my kids, my divine little wiggs The grand souflan cuz of your presence So I'ma take it back to the essence just like Valentine presents Long tongues and wet kisses, sex
kids and, keep all up and this in' the crib And not afraid to doubt need a God on your side We holdin' hands til death do us apart and then we slide
