Perpetual torture, from those we love to hate It's meant to be, you can't change fate We got a time bomb 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 go The time will come when we
Fordítás: GBH. Time Bomb.
Perpetual torture, from those we love to hate. It's meant to be, you can't change fate. We got a time bomb .. .. 5-4-3-2-1 go The time will come when
Say what you want to say to me I don't know who you know But that'll change eventually I wanna know who you know Wanna see what you say and have a field
Ice-T, come talk wit reality star Tell dem bout da endin of da world today.. COME! [Ice-T] I got a attitude as thick as a convict's Bomb ticks, my heart
got the bomb track and the D-floor's the fuse The C-A-T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break
, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he
around the corner with the, F O R T S C V and a nigga can't fuck with me Not even the devil with B O N E T H U G, spell it motherfucker Money, money
up a long time ago Nigga what the fuck you talking 'bout? Mmm huu Shit nigga I'll tell you one thing Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby
Magnum Gang bang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil Wit homicidal intentions, I reign terror On any clique or squad you *** you fraud I'ma tickin' time bomb
bout that one three, s-h-o-t Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me Make 'em freeze Kill for my nigga that'll kill for me Infa, red, lights and bombs leave
want ya the young boy double O represent the ask chip I get It In homie off the rip everytime I'm freestyling off the dome I need the corona and the b***h
sideways. Take a wiff of this suicide, Holla at me cuz I got it all day. No need to fly to Jamaica, for the Ganja, we can get the same thing. You want the bomb bomb
we're so pretty Oh so pretty we're vacant Ah but now and we don't care God save the queen The fascist regime They made you a moron Potential h-bomb
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game Ridin' through your block with six new chains on Pullin' over, droppin' H-bombs
are you?" Dat bitch, that'll go out like, 'Army men' Dat bitch, wrappin' her hair in Barbie pins When the pressure's on, you'll find a bomb in your
draw a jackass design Calvin Kleins spilled on the floor, you just got Dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores, H O I got a food table to warm,