failed Your face is blue, you're looking pale Love can kill you, suck you down Suicidal up, side down Love's a mystery to us all So don't be mis said, what a call
Vertimas: Spaudimas. Skambinti.
sack because We'll put it in the squeeze Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze Squ-squ-squ-squ We gon put you in the squeeze Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze We gon put you
She left in the middle of the night with the kids Wrapped in a blanket with a packet of crisps Heading for her mothers on another estate The kids looked
I'm down the lane on Sunday morning Hung over and forever yawning I look for trousers that will fit me She buys a yellow shirt that's sickly A sarsaparilla
his suitcase I held a picture of our wedding day His hands were tremblin', we both were cryin' He kissed me gently and then he quickly walked away I called
Rep for my borough bitch, Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit. I ride out 'til the wheels fall off And my niggas squeeze 'til the
huh) Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon) Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me
'em sit for the godfather Then I holler, to Justin my son, run the water For the shower, trust fund scholarship sure to give him power Baby momma call
guns Ridiculous and I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso Now you call
go, don't stop come on) Put your two-way next to mine Baby, hit me anytime Baby you and me behind close doors (Oh) Do you want to be my main squeeze?
B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [Verse: B.I.G.]
Chorus: Ambulance, cots, cause real niggas give head shots Player no doubt Young killers live for drug wars and shoot outs You flipped your chip Motorola, called
'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real And love to all my niggas that have died out here In this bullshit that we call the streets
scope on a silence carbine Place my cross hairs on my vic's eye Squeeze the trigger, watch the brains fly Violent? Yeah, you could call me that Insane
D. Father style - all prepared to get buckwild Half my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call Drinkin
