Bitch Yeah... [1] - shit can happen [8x] [kon artis] Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo That's right motherfuckers we back Same slangin, orangatangin, wildin out
[Female Voice] Stop You want me to do what? What are those? You want me to stick those in your what? [Bizarre Laughs:] HAHAHAHA [Chorus: Bizarre] What
Bản dịch: D12. Devils Night.
s real always, it's real always It's real always, it's real always, it's real always, it's real always Last night, IP.O.D'd next to me, ouija, ouija
and dip 'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip What you think, we live on a farm? Nigga, be for real We got Benz's, Rovers and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville
other communicators around the world who contributed to this album. Recorded live at Trancentral Further Information: -------------------- KLF D.J. Report
Angelou notebook Michael Jordan performance nigga I dream to be all of it Yea, I'm just a poet with some hangtime I dont really shakespeare I just shake dice Miami nights
in the fuck can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die So I'm begging my niggas to get my revenge And do it the same night they put me under Now
they brew} (Then shot everybody) (They set it up wrong, created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long) {Thought we'd kill each other off, didn't think we'd
they brew then shot everybody They set it up wrong created the ghetto And thought it wouldn't last long Thought we'd kill each other off didn't think We'd
that ass and I'm a physically tear it up Another G with a glock givin' a fuck about a cop I do my talkin' with a 12-gauge buckshot Like Spice 1 I'm
you?) the six five devil's son, (who?) I said the devil's son (who?) can you find a more wicked one? (no) that can creep through the night like a wicked
cash is highly addictive Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with I thought step back look at my life as a whole Ain't no love it seems the devil
, goin' back to smokin' crack again Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again Yeah, D 12 Devil's Night
hoes that don't understand it, f**k you KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh [Big Flake] Big Flake bitch yeah, you know me Ride around in my city in a leg-O-D
rubber soles The devils make me sick, I'd love to fill 'em full of holes Kill 'em all in the daytime, broad motherfuckin' daylight 12 o'clock, grab the
goddess That I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem
