[Verse 1] There goes the blower My show more shower Too many clean girls on the promenade African head child and mango flavors Hook up my TV to my old time pagers More toys, more gadgets, and oxygen A brand new box to put my sockses in 'Cause nothing come close to fresh underwear An empty house and handmade chairs Spring in the step 'cause you just paid your poor tax Your little brother stopped smoking the crack And the he said she said a thing of the past Mad lessons next door with a big giraffe And its an evil eyeball Digged up my easel, ax to the easel Catch, catch the measle My steez is unbelievable Shes so kinky blood stones on the pinky Rinky dinky doing Twitch in my loin Fluid in my kidney don't you dare kick me My big (?) be the big bad (?) your ho Hopelessly hopeful Can I cope with the coke for the flowers More style more powers Uh, more style more powers
[Hook] You a grown man now So you might feel ashamed when you cry Life don't get much easier The people that paying seem sleezier, sleezier
[Verse 2] You don't like me, lightning strike me But we still live to tell the tale and bail And good god We hanging on close to life 'Cause dead people really don't drink much beer It's 12 pound a round and the ale is brown Make you want to fight but we don't go there Wifey don't want to clean blood from my shirt So we keep the peace and we clean the teeth Put your fingers in peace Learn to love cold b's And do something with yourself don't waste your mind (?) Leuitenant I don't want to do no bind Drunk too much please call me a cab Buy from the (?) Gold in a can (?) (?) Here you go
[Hook] X2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
