head [Hook] They call it love and I get plenty of it The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it They call it hate and I get plenty of it The snakes
, give head They call it love and I get plenty of it The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it They call it hate and I get plenty of it The snakes
Preklad: Atmosféra. Hovoria, že.
the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they
Call it morning, driving through the sound And in and out the valley The music dance and sing, they make the children really ring I spend the day your way Call it
Call it morning driving Through the south In an' out the valley The music, dance and sing They make the children really ring I spend the day your way Call it
history So I just avoided it, not to be exploited, not to be recorded Cause I cannot afford it, I cannot afford more shit to be in more debt Uh, it's
in the atmosphere! Verse 1 It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend The one you let hit it and never called you again Remember
world where what we want is only what we want until it's ours And I'm, calling all Angels And I'm, calling all you Angels And I'm, calling all Angels
brown and nearly worn out air. But they had that certain presence like the ether or the essence of the cleansing upper atmosphere. Laughing, loving, and without a doubt, they
swear Share it pon di song it a fi just souvenir It's not di turtle it's not di hare, Busta kill and they will fear Wid di heart of a lion slaughta bull
actin like they got asthma They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actually But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere They
Luni hoolum atmosphere fo rappin about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare no happy-happy, joy-joy it's these boys, runnin from decoys, pimpin mo bitches than Dr. Detroit it
call my own And so I made the race, and staked me out a place And settled down along the Cimarron It blowed away, it blowed away My Oklahoma home, it blowed away It
with a 30 thousand light year lead, headed to a distant planet called B.o.B. And then im gone, man they're not ignoring it, taking off from half court, air Jordan it
A little more than they used to get Real, not the duplicate Taking no fours, making y'all just recouping it Doing it up, tell me whatcha wanna do wit it
corpses Like the youth in the street, who gamble and gets scarred Even the troops in the field, bet it all on one card Some question they reason for
