Tulkojums: Jocsa. Stulbs Life.
Tulkojums: Jocsa. + Kas Beautiful.
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick I wanna take a ride on your disco stick Let's have some fun, this beat is sick I wanna take a ride on your disco
Let?s have bizarre celebrations Let?s forget who forget what forget where We?ll have bizarre celebrations I?ll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride
Yeah, too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business Ain't gettin' their proper loot You know what I'm sayin'? Check the technique Everybody
Time: 1:48 beach bum music bmi Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios Brian wilson
There were two men down And the score was tied In the bottom of the eighth When the pitcher died And they laid his spikes On the pitcher's mound And
Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah The phone rings once around two No need to pick it up
Reach for the stars! You stand on a distant planet Skyline of red plateaus Strange air and vegetation You're a winner! Welcome to the Space Olympics
Better get it while the gettin' is good Get it while you can, man And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit 'cuz I got more hustle than you Get yours,
I'm a natural born hustla, see I aint gota tell you, you can see it, every ones a customa, and with a simple conversation, ill make you belive it that
Have you seen them Playing car games Revving up your heart Before the lights change? Have you been there And not been aware That you are the victim Of
Action Games, games, games, games, games, games Hey, games Somebody said somebody wouldn't last too long Somebody's still going strong Somebody said
Took the fireworks and the vanity The circuit board and the city streets Shooting star, swaying palm tree Laid it at the arbiter's feet If I could change
Just in case you didn't know, I blow Constantly for dough, I'm sittin' next to my heat Fuck peace, as I listen to the beat We come to rock your body,
Comin' from the playground Take it straight back to the bricks Yo Chris, tell 'em where it is Chillin', cooler den a squeak, kickin' dirt on my sneakers
[Intro: Royce] Hit you until you, hit you until you I'ma hit you until you, hit you until you I'ma hit you until you, hit you until you Hit you until
Who is it? There comes a time Last of the red hot, lovin' emcees Who came up poor, grits and government cheese The only thing I ever really loved in
