Översättning: Dead Boys. Uppmanar er.
than the naked eye I'm calling calling calling calling on you Tonight is Friday night I'm hanging around dying to leave I'm calling calling calling calling on you
icky icky situation But you know somethin', I have faith in the Bad Boys Bad Boys bring it on home, bring it on home Bad Boys Heh, I'm 'bout to do Santa Dimengo on
't go no cake When you all fucked up and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit,
are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten
taunted Blacked out Impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherfuck
taunted, blacked out impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherfuck
ammo in you, suspend you in here, hell yeah It's the time that the real niggas live for retaliation Move on 'em, show, improve on 'em All you punk bitches
s - yeah baby Now you niggas hate me Blew up in the 80's You can't be me motherfucker, you're broke and you're soft You can't see me motherfucker your
no hands to pray) If my friends were dead and gone (Dead and gone) Leavin' me here alone Could I depend on some spirit to ease me When my soul's on its
'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin' down, better step inside Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride First
with a full clip you gon make them boys dump you gon make them boys slump you gon make them boys dump leave you and your man slump you gon make them boys
Ah, dirrty, filthy Nasty oh, you nasty, yeah Too dirrty to clean my act up If you ain't dirrty, you ain't here to party Ladies move , gentlemen move Somebody
on freeze in funeral parlors From the slums I come up a phoenix caked up Tryna take what I'm eatin? ?n? came up a dismissive kid You lucky if you allowed
the dead Singing I miss you, Snakes and Ladders Flip the lid, out pops the cracker Snaps you in the head, knifes you in the neck Kicks you in the teeth
I'm strapped if you look closely you can see the Taurus Hate niggas that keep talking, they usually be informants That Brooklyn bullshit, you better believe, I'm on it You
wonder why? why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side, you were chosen from the start never gon let you go, [Boys II Men] This the kind
