(Dickie Peterson) I'm young and fast Baby, I'm so slick Better get down Don't fake a trick. Gotta get my baby, yeah Gotta see her move This street dog
Fordítás: Kék Cheer. Korhadt.
stalker? That was the summer we had that punk rocker Oh boy, what a crazy summer that was Yes she wore a dog collar and some pink and blue fuzz They
wit' indo killin' quarts of beer Sadie's outta here Like a fuze, start spreadin' the news It's 94 and Breeze is givin' niggas the blues I paid my dues
done, how you do it? You can't blow the spot, we already blew it Show and AG and Black Sheep I drop facts over tracks that go, fuck the red, white and blue
peaceful feeling, I don't care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore, enough for you, it's sad but true, you can call us names till your face turns blue
am the nigga in charge over here Sack the quarterback to make a cheerleader cheer I fix my funk like thelonious monk Stayin' true to the game 'cause I ain't no punk
got sore, Kick around some stories bout the night before. True to the comma were the fly girls cheer,
let's get moving, the girls, so groovy Oh yeah, she really knows where it's at I met her at the Rat She cheers me up when I'm feeling blue Looks for
quarts of beer Sadie's outta here... Verse two: mc breeze Like a fuze/start spreadin the news Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the blues I paid my
fotte un cazzo se urli io strapotizzo tua mamma poi mi ci faccio il ?vurlich? uomo di chi ti burli? qua non scherza nessuno chiamami obie trice quando faccio cheers
let's get moving, this girls, so groovy Oh yeah, she really knows where it's at I met her at the Rat She cheers me up when I'm feeling blue
Lemme C-walk on these niggaz Blue hat, blue socks, blue shoes, too cool Blue car, blue house, blue pit, blue pool Blue grass, blue Coupe, blue b-ball
am the nigga in charge over here Sack the quarterback to make a cheerleader cheer I fix my funk like Thelonious Monk Stayin' true to the game 'cause I ain't no punk
