Prijevod: Balon Farma. Pitanje temperature.
disgusting food But when they see me, they just come unglued They think that I am one happening dude Bowm ba ba bowm ba bowm ba bowm I'm about as sharp as a bowling ball
'Cause it's the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota I'm talkin' 'bout the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota Well, we stayed that night at the Twine Ball
Mediocre band playin' Old familiar songs Hit after hit Neon lights Cuttin' through the smoke A new Minnesota fats Is chalkin' up his stick Nine ball
streets is watchin' Dirty date niggas cock-blockin' and plottin' Waitin' for my downfall, street got options Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, I'ma stay rockin
two balls to palm, I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm Get scared little pissants, and see if I don't come along and stop your farm Thunder and
as the white sands of Cancun (Yeah) Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes Prison niggaz that ran balloons
test Success, never fess, take a guess I be the early mornin' stoned pimp, Straight limpin, Boone's Farm drinkin, At the party big booty pinchin' Chillin, like a villian, balloon
gettin' rich start a business sell a ki pimp a bitch make that switch real niggas flip shit and farm the shit with a bad ass yellow bitch Eight-Ball
from winning it all, and I'm a plan flight away from seeing my first ball. I can finally see the ocean and stars of Hollywood. Say bye to this damn farm
I know we could save for the mortgage right now if the two of us stopped eating food Where the hell do our kids play where the hell do our kids play? No ball
Frankie and Annette ran off at sixteen and it all started at a red sox ball game In a cracker jack box, Frankie found a ring and said "how's about making
scents to make you buzz or whips to make you bleed There's nothing she can't do, don't be afraid to ask She's got a farm out back, hot souvenirs in flasks
'll make you happy When you start to sing a snappy Little number that will bounce you right along Bert: No! Ernie: Like "Farmer In The Dell" or "Old McDonald Had A Farm
goat farm". We see the N roll by.) Announcer: One night in November at 9:09 she got a notion to visit a nutty Nanny Goat farm. (The background is
to sing a Snappy little number that will bounce you right along. no... Like "Farmer in the Dell" or "Old MacDonald had a Farm" or maybe "What's the Name
I get cold and I'm getting old and we all scream again! again! again! aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh like a tick farm, like a sea horse, like a graveyard like
sin and misery in a house of the Rising Sun Well I got one foot on the black farm the other foot on a train I'm goin' back to New Orleans wear that ball
