it lead you misery the fear you hold will only cheat you don't let it eat you like a cancer we all pay for the shit we do pass the buck not to me
it eat you like a cancer we all pay for the shit we do pass the buck not to me out of touch with the things that set us free pass the buck not to me
Fordítás: Sick Of It All. Pénzt átad.
Martin Swayze Is it real son, is it really real son? Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill
the path like a three piece Of galactic, before you slack it You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic Not intended for any illegal purposes' It
path like a three piece of va-lac-tic Before you slack it you gotta prepare it and mack it When your jack it over tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes' It
Uhh, uhh I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherfucker please, it's my block
it crackin' I love to bust flows Hit it from the back, 'cus I love to buck hoe Spit it for the city, I love Chicago Calicoes buck, I love to bust those
I'm runnin' like a maniac all through the ghetto zone And it's steady takin' bites out my nug bone Wrestlin' around, found his tail, so I straight bit it Then it
Is it live, live, live, live, live? Is it live, live, live, live, live? Is it live, live, live, live, live? Is it live, live, live, live, live? Is it
's up Our county's so crooked, Psycho Drama invented the style Then damn near everybody took it and passed it around Now these muthafuckas all look and see 'cause we puttin' it
B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas And fuck yah Fuck Y'all Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards 2paclypse mutha fuckin' know Y'all
like drugs to me Nigga, need a fix leave it up to me All Money Is Legal Roca y'all know how we do First class, all stretch out Or, S-Class all sexed
's down nigga for my fuckin' snap's Nigga's watch y'all back, because ya know I'm on a come up move Chorus: {magnolia slim} Nigga's gettin' fuck, nigga's gettin' stuck It's all
) Well pass the Hussy to the left hand side So I can bend her over hit it from the back and let her ride You know it's Sick Wid It Hog gotta put the
for material shit On the side gold-diggin' for some part-time dick O.G. nigga's turn into alcoholics What you think about it fool "Nigga I can't call it
cops my autograph Little bity thing weighing buck and change I'm frontin' emcees like they weren't playin' tame Come on everybody sing along if you heard it Heard it
