He sold those expensive drugs I gave Charlie all my money What the hell was I thinking of? Charlie had to take his medicine Charlie got his prescription
Översättning: Zevon, Warren. Charlies Medicin.
pharmaceuticals He sold those expensive drugs I gave Charlie all my money What the hell was I thinking of? Charlie had to take his medicine Charlie
let the choir sing [Verse 10 - The Game] Yo, it's that black raw, black dog, pulling up on that black home Compton that's my backyard That's where I
a hardcore New York It doesn't exist no way, no how It seems to me that in a school that's ebony African history should be pumped up steadily, but it's
block or because I'm like ?throw ya hands up' cause it's hip hop I'd rather be rappin about the streets and makin a quick pot but it's time to do something
dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage Bad case of strep throat, mama's think she got arthritis My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn They say it's
Straight bailing you out One call from jail Aiming you out like master p That's what we be a about I got ammunition For those dissing This ain't r&b That;s
Straight bailing you out, one call from jail Aiming you out like Master P, that's what we be a about I got ammunition for those dissing This ain't R&B, that's
is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten
lost so many to bangin dat it aint even funny Its Cookie, its Ramon, its Charles, too many to name Its solemn and shane, its pain in memories lane It's
no number it's a sound I'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest nigga to tackle I'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's apple I'm so rare
hardcore New York It doesn't exist no way, no how It seems to me that in a school that's ebony African history should be pumped up steadily, but it's
you don't move back We're gonna turn this music off And that's my word, move back Word is bond let's get this shit goin' Word up, it's the Funk Doc
ass till you crumble and fold I'm on the creeps on them vouges Droppin 6 to them 4's Makin records, going gold That's my story in Vouge Still try to
sight for sore eyes It's a world of kings and queens Up there on that movie screen It's a picnic crossin' River Kwai The movies are great medicine Thank
fetish medicine for your headaches We bomb fellas, better send for the medics Napalm telepath tightrope walker Stay on mellow as quite dope author Night stalker, Charlie Mann's
