love for sale, I got love here for sale Oh now love is here, c'mon and try it I got love for sale, I got love, love Love, love, love, love, love, love
Preklad: Talking Heads. Láska na predaj.
-a-a-a-a-ah Life life Im living my life life Got a bitch wit an ass so nice Night time talking off your tight Have have a ''G'' night night Getting head
the tech sales through the ceiling, let's talk with guns Convo' til' the police come Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match First max like it's Hamburger Hill for
good This ain't a game, we ain't trippin' dummy We nation wide man, we just gettin' money Basin' A-T-L, we got tapes for sale And if you real G'z, we
Simpty is for them simp ass niggaz Talkin' lot, 'til I spray dumpin' [Incomprehensible] niggaz Whenever talklin' shit, I straight rip 'em And niggaz know
ain't talkin head bussin, I'm just talking rap battlin See that was a metaphor, but just in case you really want it What you think the metal for? I hope
for the wrong child Well, the time I felt love that's gone now Been replaced by purple rains and some storm clouds Misery love misery So why make friends, let's make some enemies And now, I got a habit that wasn't meant for
double-dead i'ma a bubble-head, i never listen to nothing my mother said ay yo i hold niggas ransom for money like johhny handsome been sonning niggas for
to be happy I'm free Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hoe bustaz Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz I got no love for these niggaz
you double-dead i'ma a bubble-head, i never listen to nothing my mother said ay yo i hold niggas ransom for money like johhny handsome been sonning niggas for
feel the heat? Feelings from head to my feet Wee, cause all of your love is so sweet Please, still for the organs I?m kicking Hynas are a down for the
Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah! Hoe bustaz Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz I got no love for these niggaz, there's no
of these faggot songs I can wear checkered pants and never smile Whatever's cool for your radio dial Toby fell in love with a college {The borish, bumbling
it, you gotta pay the damn price I do this for the dope boys with them AK's I'm a fly yellow nigga like Kay-Kay All my niggas on lock, keep ya head
tribe called "Fuck a Hoe" Come through in a new Chevy, droppin game like it's too heavy Well for you suckers that's the ceiling A metaphor for over ya head
talk about love You're too whip out your head You wanna be at the top You gotta learn how to stand You're lookin' both for me And lookin' for somebody
can't hide An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth Vote for me and I'll set you free Rap on, brother, rap on Well, the only person talking about love
