man, doesn't mean you get to act like a bitch (like a bitch) Won't you stand over here do a favor use your head to hold this apple (apple) And on my
Prijevod: Atmosfera. Jabuka.
man, doesn't mean you get to act like a bitch (like a bitch) Won't you stand over here do a favor use your head to hold this apple (apple) And on my twenty
the baby What am I gonna do? There's been a lot of drinking Lookin' at ghosts of you While all the world is sinking Ten thousand miles into the atmosphere
your sweet eyelashes, your darkskin flavor Every morning going to school on the elevator Soft and nicely, the girl entice me Diamonds on her watch, she rock her ice B With a North Face coat, apple
feel a reefer crawl in me all in me Swooping through the hood where mostly ballas be Steady hearing women callin me Is it cause of the candy apple red
pretend, You're looking straight at the end. Get a move on. Go with the flow. Well when you're deep in fear, Right up to here, It's a very ???? atmosphere
Yes, yes, y?all 'Cause I?m so fly Everlast be the apple of your earth?s eye I?ll be breakin? the laws, breakin? the laws All you wannabe hard rocks,
rental on Santa Monica Boulevard I was headed to the El Rey to slap a security guard [Chorus] Rowdy, stubborn, loud and arrogant As American as apple
check Because money is the root of all evil Ay yo most people are evil so I'm on the roof shootin at bald eagles Adrenaline, mescaline, ephedrine and apple
the man Cussing out the atmosphere with nobody close enough to hear And who dat miss they fee, 'cuz all they personal shit Is sitting on the front lawn of apple
Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish Cherish every moment of his love before you perish Bitch, chicka chicka chich, watch me switch Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere
shit cannot flourish Cherish every moment of his love before you perish Bitch, chicka chicka chich, watch me switch Lookin for a bird, i can hitch, into your atmosphere
The Blues has always been totally American As American as apple pie, as American as the Blues As American as apple pie, the question is why? Why should
your block you would be raising your piece At the police, instead the beef just stays in the streets And the government still controls the ways we can speak The apple
so so amazin Secret Service agent, surely slowly aging Shootin suckers, amazin super-soaker aimin Silent skill assassin, surfer sayin "Awesome" Still slammin anybody, Stone Steve Austin Sorta sour apple
a reefer crawl in me all in me Swooping through the hood where mostly ballas be Steady hearing women callin me Is it cause of the candy apple red navigator
