Prijevod: Djavan. Stav.
Prijevod: Um Da Gap. Konstruktivan stav.
Prijevod: Raimundos. Teške Stav.
Money over everything That's my attitude Still the baddest bitch in the game That's my attitude Talk to ya man when I get ready That's my attitude Have
[Krayzie] Yeah, Bone Enterpri$e in tha muthafuckin house, nigga! Yo, y'all muthafucka's that didn't think we was comin' out Check this shit out: I got
Runnin' hot, runnin' cold I was runnin' into overload, it was extreme I took it so high, so low So low, there was nowhere to go like a bad dream Somehow
Maybe I act on confused behavior Maybe waves crash like semi-trailer Maybe I'll spend my off time without you It seems like we need our own space And
I don't need no money 'cause I've got attitude enough to show you a good time, honey And that's what I'm about to do You found your diamond in the
One, two, here we go with the attitude, yeah, hey I been up an' down, sideways, crossways Outside in an' inside out I took a rocky ride across the sky
And time you've had more than your share of mine I'm a criminal with no crime I sing like a bird that is now released Well like and angel with clip-on
Attitude Gotta get an attitude Ya gotta get attitude Gotta get an attitude Ya gotta get Ya gotta get Ya gotta get Ya gotta get Ya gotta get Attitude
Kid's kind of dirty and a light on you But talk, talk, talk is all you can do You want to know how to play a game of show and tell But you're just not
She's got friends in high places, her picture's in vogue She's seen at the races and walking the dog She swallows the camera, she follows the press She
It don't take no melody To make some music history You say you wanna rock And make it to the top You gotta look good And you gotta act tough The wheel
It's like me and you Me and my mans and your girlfriends too After tonight I'ma only visit you when the moon is blue Is that your man right there? What
By: jimmy buffett and greg taylor 1977 I guess it all blew up in missoula There just was no other way After months of goin' crazy, there was nothin' left
I took off for a weekend last month Just to try and recall the whole year All of the faces and all of the places Wonderin' where they all disappeared
[Rhyme Recca] You rather put your head in a lions mouth, they call me out I don't play games, I put a torpedo in your scout You never sold shit, never
