moon So I could watch you sleep and dream a-in your room When I was a boy, a-there were fifteen people in the world I had a bowl for my sweetheart, and a fiddle
Fordítás: Cracker. Hegedű.
you to give your cash up, move faster! Or this ratchet gonna' blast ya! (My flowwwwwww!) Is like a natural disaster Bricks the Brook-lon, the crack move
shit A hit's a hit though, but took I ain't forget this shit But when we get a hit, we only slack a little bit But y'all gettin' sick of banjos and fiddle
re ready for eh, the second installment of the Sloppy Love Jingle. Roll it. Action!) Ok, continued What's next upon the menu? Hmm, maybe I should crack
my chain, She thought it was some skittles, Fat Joe be runnin' game, I just be only runnin' riddles, Have her hittin' high notes like my dick comes with a fiddle
and no head So I'm like fuck that Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack And I'm straighter than a fucking light post I sold a lot of crack but I bought
2 Dope kick it Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that I ain't got a home So he nibbles on my nut sack and my butt crack, toes and elbows My nutz is froze
not a knock I'm the server [4X] Uhhhhah! Dibblin and dabblin Flea-flickin and fiddle-faddlin (fiddle-faddlin?) Rippin up crack Overkill, gettin 47 back
I got the whip appeal, plus chains and bats And always wear hats, for flippin' in the puddy cats Move your feet, to your head, 'til you hear your bone crack
It's times like this that I've gotta crack a smile If about anything, than it's gotta be style, what happens now? A better man can hold the mike and do
ball little Jack corner just sits in the corner hes a pot of fire his face heats warmer someones at the door knock knock whos there its Jimmy crack corn
Is there a King that can do no wrong? The crown that sings its very own song When I play my fiddle, will I see you dance? You crack this whip and I'll
this, I'm all right with that Can't be racist cause I sell too much white for that So I decided I'mma milk these crackers for all they milk and crackers
like Joe Camel Come off like a sandal, spittin the flow ammo Believe it, get a pack of Whitecastle Cheesesticks And PEEP the remix [Aesop Rock] Smart for the whips, fiddle
fork in the road, you know? Cause we all have the potential to get there together Listen up I got a problem, the ace is bubblin Physically I'm fit as a fiddle
Niggas is anti-love-livin The slug-givin little shortie on the snub itchin For beef, he might get left in the street with his blood drippin The poor niggas sling crack
all the crack babies That shit is like deeper than the navy, somebody save me It's like a daiquiri, a nine volt battery A riddle fiddle 'n giggle, yo
