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Översättning: 25: e årliga Putnam County Spelling Bee soundtrack. Magiska Foot.
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up out this motherfucker Some day the cops will kill a motherfucker I don't always want to be this drug dealing motherfucker damn Wish I could take us all on this magic
lord talks too much hands full of calises and I still got the magic touch to make wifee blush I been workin' it out since a high school crush foots
were an echo in my mind The point where every winding road unwinds You wrote the code I thought was true then broke it unbeknownst to me or you And in between your magic
when the cops come all I hear is whoopwhoopwhoop Said when the cops come all I hear is whoopwhoopwhoop I got a I got a I got a I got a I got a Foot
artillery for the battle Now, on the front line I stand, microphone in my right hand Left foot on the gas, don't make me put my foot in yo' ass [Chorus
steel magnum, braggin', leavin' my toe tagged As I get raggamuffin', no bluffin', the body bagged Breaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics Clean up the magic
I still remember Those days of thunder We were movin' so fast Left foot on the gas And we never looked back 'Cause those were the days of thunder And that was a magic
way Since rhythm rocker jingle jangle and go red And Lightfoot, Edwardian, suddenly striped His hair blondish and poetic, he is less than vinyl perfect His foot
ship On the first Columbus trip Was a brown man The railroads for trains Came on tracking that was laid By the yellow man We pledge allegiance all our lives To the magic
we rock charms as big as Vegas Different crews of different size try to player hate us Top of the league like Bulls and y'all cats is Lakers Trash since Magic
I'm six foot two and a half With shoes on make it three even Been shot but I'm still breathing Sent niggaz back to Pittsburgh With they necks wrapped
t mean shit Because my click'll make a motherfucker sick I flips, redder than pork, comin' to New York to mix With the snares and kicks to fix Rhythmatically, you got ta be, staticy Magically
