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both ends of the rainbow My colors and my pot of gold I love you with a love untold More than I can say You are the song of every bird You are
I'm going to smoke some pot I'm going to drink some beer Fall off my chair, yeah It's my birthday I'm going to spill my drink And slur my words
fall) I'm at the gun range learning how the bullets bust (bust) Hate got us by the balls, squeeze these Gotta pay your dues, love April in the summer
my op Dat hy by jou bly stop My hart het nie kos nie Want hy wil jou nie los nie Sit my pot se dêksel op Ooh-hoo-hoo En my hart kook oor Want ek het
grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder) Break out the pot (yup) heat up the water (damn!) Swear to God the minivan do tricks Hit
don't live by the same code I'm respected everywhere I go Nigga, long live Bankroll Skip the rainbow, funny style shit And it's straight to the pot
if not, where the hell did it go? 'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
pots My luck was good I could do no wrong I just kept on rollin' and controllin' them bones Finally they just threw up their hands and said When
W końcu na parkiecie imprezy nadszedł czas Nie wiecie o co chodzi to hip hop dla was Tutaj każdy może robić to co chce Nie ma możliwości by ktoś
a sweeter fare Took my dream down by the sea Sailing yachts and lobster pots and sunshine Logs and sails and shell oil pails Down where the waterskiers
hired men with the scythes so sharp, To cut him off at the knee, They've rolled him and tied him by the waist, Servin' him most barbarously. They've
of lonliness It's written by the poison pen Voices break before they bend The door is slammed It's over, once again But nobody's buying flowers from
'till the money stop I used to cook with several pots But now my hands in several pots You try to plot on 'Wop, my goons gon' play connect the dots My
Lilly Pearl standin' by the wood stove Cookin' up a pot of fatback and beans Aprons made outta Martha White flour sack Them was the days when
Wait, I've got a better plan To catch this big red lobster man Let's pop him in a boiling pot And when he's done we'll butter him up Kidnap
and bags on the floor by the decks Me next to DJ, I carry the swing [Incomprehensible] as he exercising Everybody moving as a unified swing Gentle up
from the cops Too bad drive by with the mop They got orders to aim for the top Sipping that glorious wock 4real I'm smoking the pot 4L I roll with
piped like clacks By the ol' scarecrow 'N pots 'n pans burn the fireman's hands till the Kettle leaped fire round the belly 'o' The bayou boy bums
walk by all the people say How lucky can a man get? I wanna rock, I wanna roll God help me, can you save my soul? When you touch me I go losin'
420 WRITTEN BY: LARRY KING, JOIE SCOTT, MICHAEL PETERESON KEYS JOHN BLASUCCI GUITARS MICHAEL THOMPSON DRUMS KHARI PARKER BASS ALAN BERLIANT
a A czas a każda nowa chwila daję nadzieję i pot z czoła obmywa Bo czas każda jego kropla man daje siłę nam by na tym świecie zostać a A czas a każda nowa
No more pots and pans, I'm in a mansion Gotta thank the plug (Plug) Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin' Gotta thank the plug (Quavo) The first thing
keep it cool with me I played it by the rules and the regulations I use to switch cars with the Mexican at the gas station Mine had money in it, his
the man on the streets Doesn't even have enough to eat And tell me when your walking by Can you see the tears in his eye Somebody please tell me why
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