go mash it down, in the life man has lost his wa. So Jah Jah say. Hey, love is the answer love is the answer children. Whenever did ya never did need no love
Fordítás: Bad Brains. Love Is The Answer.
it till you exhausted I swear nothing worse than a bad bitch that lost it brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass God damn your ex man is a
I love you And thank you for makin shit better in my life A message to my moms, don't worry about your kids Cause love is always love when we in God's
crass with a brain rash Strapped for cash take me to your trailer I'll steal your trash Ask me a question, I love to lie, hey look girl is that Jimi
get a little untamed with it Get the chopper like a fully' ya bully with a hoodie Soon to get up and take him out or split cane with it Well the answer is
rang out You know, it'll make your brains hang out So what's your fate? Am I the nigga you love or the one you love to hate? The wrong answer is said
got shot so I'm holdin it down Outline, out of bounds puttin four in a clown Bitch answer when I call make me know you got my change Is it explodin in yo brain
got a lot of bitch/ none got to my heart/ Neva fall in love/ that's a bad start/ so I keep my girls away/ that's a distance part/ love my money/ never
round my brain, eyes bloodshot red Briches down to my legs, guns up in my trench When niggaz playin, they get drenched My pockets is full of lead So,
skillet This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us Ain't no love, lost my niggaz, relax
to O.J. to Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune
the sample is in triplicates Get every crooked cop in Los Angeles to handle this Insane, inspired, insider street analyst Questioning authority who don't know what the answer is The voice is
broke, poverty is still in my head hurtin' 'Cuz I know this nigga gotta be killed My good side tellin' me let 'em slide 'Cuz he ain't worth 'bout my bad
mayor and work out what I can But he is not at his office, he is not at his home When I find him in the countryside he is not alone He is holding a woman
the skillet This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us Ain't no love lost my niggaz, relax
, silence equals death, science versus life, until there's only giant people left. this is for the losers, this is for canadians, this is for my sister, this is
