Lyrics:
Ich cruise im Hummer durch die City, du wählst 1-1-0
Denn ich bring deine Gang-Member bei nem Drive-By um
Es macht einmal BUM (Bum)
Und du kommst
It's your money maker
It's what mummy gave you
Money maker
Pretty girl, shake your money maker
That's a big bum your mummy gave you
Me, I'm
haben Run by the way
Alles wird so leicht, hast du Fame
Essen in der Punta Cana, wallah
Nie wieder Minus (aha)
Phoenix, Adler die Vision (aha)
Gold,
What's happening all over?
I'll tell you what's happening all over.
Guy sitting home by a television set
That used to be something of a rover.
That's
chętnie sprawdzę
W zależności jakby się dało
By się trochę powędrowało
Bardzo lubię takie rejony
Gdzie jeszcze w bucie nie stąpały stopy
Ciągle się uczę
was drifting by,
The bums on the Bowery were swallowed in the lights as cars rumbled by in the night
Screaming run for your life.
With cool
drifted by,
The bums on the bowery were swallowed in the lights as cars rumbled by in the night
Screaming run for your life.
With cool and silvery eyes
Since squirting out you see the whole damn world is left field to you
That's bum luck you say I guess the way the shit creek flow
One thing leads
heavy
Surrounded by deceased
On the arms and the back
Captured by disease
I keep pushin
Violence in the streets
Eat, be sleep and
Scratches in the beat
for some hours
'Bout 14 I start selling nicks
By 15 I got a felony
By 16 I got my driver's license start using J's car to pedal lean
College Park
shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand
Walk by me, scream out, "Somebody help
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
tree (yeah)
Codeine (codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant (no co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah,
dey find me
E be like say she want to tie mе
Shey na by force e for bеtter be like stallion
Shey na my fault e for better be like stallion
Shey na my
a scissor
Roll by so fast, Big Dipper
I'm in LA more than a Clipper
Balenciaga more than a owner
Bitch, we out here more than a corner
Smoke way more dope
All I want is a bum my d touching your bum
We fuck bitches for fun span' after we cum
Couple of lucky stars I eat no tin stuff
The game like a Nun's
ride by your side
I wanna know if you gon be my lover
Girl can I be
Girl I wanna be your mcm
Can we kick it on a night where ama ride by your side
I
Co by było gdybym się nigdy nie narodził
Co robiła by matka przecież ma córkę ojciec też
O kurde o ja głupiec rozpatrzam dziwną naukę
Gdyby gdybanie
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
Muddy Goppup standing there
Roses held by him stopped to catch
Kee lee da da do
But the circle would not permit it
This circular circulation
I
for love
And when the daylight comes, I be seein' mad bums
With no shoes on their feet plus nothin' to eat
I can't save the whole street, so I feel
back from me
Do you do you do you do ya
See the solution to the tragedy?
Dubatschipikupokinou
Dubatschipikupokinou
I’m gonna rock it by myself
Well,
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
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