I'm a nicely zooted new car owner, and I'm somewhat convoluted Because I'm living in a coma I render those useless who pinch off my trim Your light they are on but your lights they are dim I got the Bushmill's shots, and cops that give me props I got the Motts, Spike, I got the Motts Having fun with my gun, son, it's always loaded and the FLC Is raw y'all not candy coated
Cooling on the block With my case of Rolling Rock Thinking up the schemes to get ourselves the knot Cause you know we love to get down and party with the big boys They asked me to be mayor, and if I had a choice I love you people and my boys love you too So fuck the king of beers this ones for you So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow" The FLC with the mucho grande style
You know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fix A man when he's broke. You know you can't max if you don't pay The tax and you can't wax the man if you choke
You know the funk I drop is wild just like Aretha beltin' My shit is going fast, so get your second helping My brain cells are dying, young women are crying But I keep on trying Like my man Jack Ryan You see my man is in my face as if he has been drinking They say that he needs space but I know what he is thinking We have a common bond the fact we all get lifted The rocks that hit our head have left us somewhat gifted It's the Fun Lovin' Criminal out to represent I know its tough being hard and politically correct So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow" The FLC with the mucho grande style
You know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fix A man when he's broke. You know you can't max if you don't pay The tax and you can't wax the man if you chokeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
