Un cow-boy con due occhi d'acciaio con due pistole qui due gambe diritte e nervose Mc Coy due peluzzi qui. Oh-oh. Aveva otto bai, trenta selle colpiva
I can hear them now They're dancing in my head I'd be better off not knowing what's to be said I'll be better off I'll be better off Yeah, yeah
Bản dịch: House Of Fools. I Heard A Rumor.
I'll be better off Yeah, yeah, yeah I'll be better off I'll be better off I'll be better off, better off, better off I can hear them now They're
lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim And started fucking with Trina I heard the
's turnin' to a jungle Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for show No, no, don't spend a lot contend with a men Lookin' at my watch like a meal
like I don't even know you You fuck other people and I fuck other people You're a slut but I'm equal I'm a mutt we're both people In our ways but neither
you like I don't even know you You fuck other people and I fuck other people You're a slut but I'm equal I'm a mutt we're both people In our ways but
Ellen that a fool sellin' Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor Catch a tumor, you say I'm dickin' my consumer Suede Puma's as I
-five motherfuckin days a year I have your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin from the cops, well I ain't runnin no mo' I flip
A, L A T I F A H in command Give it to 'em Queen L A T I F A H in command Give it to 'em Queen L A T I F A H in command Give it to 'em Queen L A T I
we say "goddamn fucker" I think I shaked her and I thing I drug her Hubba, Hubba, Hubba Hubba, Hubba, Hubba I think I slammed her on the damn rugga I think I
the wicked man CHORUS Blaze it up The Ganja Vibes Reach every house in your neighborhood tonight The Sacrament a go give dem more sight Oh I, hear
quick cause I swear I heard talking and my camera drops and the house it goes black all of a sudden I feel a hand on my back lights come on I'm freaking
365 motherfuckin' days a year I have your fool staggerin' just like a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin' from the cops, well I ain't runnin' no mo' I
I'm inhaling? Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard? Why am I walking, where am I running? What am I saying, what am I knowing? On this guitar
and I'm probably gonna catch a brick Brick on top of brick, we'll build a house Tell whoever said that I'm still filled with doubt Told me I'm in the
They told my momma I was bipolar had A.D.D. I told em, w-what I wanna do, I wanna be a baller The dream spoilers'll fool ya Hatin on you to they mans
