fun You can hang around with all you pals Drink 'til you are beat Dirty looks to all you pass Walking down the street Hang up your boots Hang up your boots
Tulkojums: Biznesa. Hang Up Your Boots.
what you call fun You can hang around with all you pals Drink 'til you are beat Dirty looks to all you pass Walking down the street Hang up your boots Hang up your boots
, Quasemoto And yo, I'll switch up, hic-up, switch up, hic-up Switch up, hic-up, switch-up With or without the hic-ups, these emcess quickly pick up
gon' do We gon' lace our boots, and stand ready to shoot Kill up all them mothafuckin' boys in blue No reguards for authorities Try to dump a nigga up
our business on some gangsta shit, no bank account/ Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank/ Negotiatin' our way, uh, forget the deal/ Your record labels' sorry but your
on his ass quicker than a kick from a grease boot Eased up slow and discreet Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet Didn't wanna fuck up
wanna watch the game, get fat and die young. I go to church, pay my taxes, smile nice, won't swear I don't understand your needs and frankly I don't
Chorus (x2) Murder murder murder murder You never heard of redrum in reverse Bodies in the hearse Now your life's gone 'cause we wanted you to die Time to kiss your
, who the hell are you man? Walkin' up on me man, lookin' like you so broke, man If it cost three cents to shit, you'd have to throw up You know who
let me get in they belly Little sexy thug bitches who want me to fuck them to Makeveli Then get with my niggaz and smoke up a ounce Crowd up in whatever
if your bitch is paging me you best check your bitch And if your bitch is in my whip you best check your bitch And if your bitch is on my dick, nigga check your
me And that's not a possibility Shorty where your booty? Shorty Shorty where your gold teeth? Shorty where your long nails? Shorty where your fake hair? Shorty got the attitude All up
shiggity-shoots my jizzum I giigity-gots more loot than your tooth got the wisdom Believe dat, I'm criggity-crackin' skulls when I'm rowdy I biggity-bang boots and hang
I giigity-gots more loot than your tooth got the wisdom Believe dat, I'm criggity-crackin skulls when I'm rowdy I biggity-bang boots and hang loose like
beckoned me on up the stairs For she'd done made up her mind Said take off your hat and kick off your boots And leave your pride behind Ooh Jambalaya
your skin feel reality's You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me "Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?" Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap your
up on the LITTLE ORCHESTRA, tucked in under the stairs; the streamers, the trees in tubs, the floral arrangements, the dozens of blazing candles. MAX is busying
