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Fordítás: Jutalék. Valld.

Fordítás: Jutalék. A második már ellopták.

My baby works down at the boulevard cafe Just a fine young man with big dreams Trying to make his own way The owner is this man ole bitch who degrades

From cuttin' solid Purico to stack Fritos Went from grams to kilos Mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and c-notes Game got my eyes wider than a

So I took my guitar And I threw down some chords And some words I could sing without shame And I soon had a song I played it around For some friends

Zwei drei vier, one two three, it's easy to see But it's not that I don't care so 'Cause I hear it all the time But they never let you know On the T.V

I know a shoe salesman He's an acquaintance of mine One day he showed me some Marks on his arm in a line I did not know what to say "Do you think those

Two hearts, throwing off sparks Young and in love with our freedom Moonlight, those soft Southern nights We were both ripe to fall Well, I was out on

Another gangstarr remix, tailor made for Macy Gray Big kids like us need a lot of space to play I'm blowin' fakes away with my man Mos Def Of course Primo