never guess you and I should never regret oh, it's all the same just play the game carry the weight of this ball and chain of this ball and chain of this ball and chain
and i should never guess you and i should never regret it's all the same just play the game carry the weight of this ball and chain this ball and chain this ball and chain
Tulkojums: Jānis Joplin. Bumba ar ķēdi [dzīvot].
Tulkojums: Dzīvot. Bumbu un ķēdes.
lay down my sleepin' head But I'm tossin' and turnin' around instead. I love you like a ball and chain. (Make it alright now.) Love you like a ball and chain
m switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my way in and took some ass Whips and cash, come through half stepping and
trap, pocketful of aces Get to the money, in the club wasted Thousand grand chain and it sit like a patient Me and Guc, down twenty and we racin' In
and own it,own it To all the haters, i made it and i'll be balling yeah i'll be balling , balling Yeah im the mother fucking man and i'ma brag and
lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's
How can I walk with this ball and chain? How can I land in this hurricane? Or is this part of man's evolution To be torn between truth and illusion?
goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And
' And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin' Now that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction Went
a remix Young Gunnaz, and Chingy just to give it a lil' twist Next generation, you better stay focused Youngaz before they time, man you already know this Ball
holes in brains Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and grey For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg
' holes in brains Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and gray For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks,
