Översättning: Porter Cole. Natt Och Dag.
And the sons of the Pullman porters And the sons of the engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel And the days are full of restless
want a heinekin that's a six pack cocaine cowboys business now horses and every now you might catch us in some Porsche's and sellin that soft shit as white as air forces and
While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song And you been on my mind all day (All day) I know you with it (Know you wit it, baby, uh) And I'mma do you
up on another's All I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother He chose the wrong way and that's the route he took Born and brought up as
Work comin in and movin out with the steady flow Boys out of line, pull the thing out, let it go Always G'd out, blacked out, from my head to toe And
cock suckers ever get me dead right Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right? I speed at night, take it easy in the day Go hard wit the
one with all the fixins So put the knife away party your life away Hardly evil cause we the party people night and day [Chorus: repeat 2X] Night and day
the hallway, waitin' Always playin' the bench, waitin' And that day came and went Fuck You! Very much you showed me the worst kind of pain But I'm stronger and
hit the liquor store and i don't spend a penny get it inme they hear me if you near me gather round im up now and i aint layin down and i aint playin
starless night, And treats a starter like a fresh piece of meat, greet the carving knife, Till the day came when I'd scar consortiums, I'd lay waiting, train stations and
my darkness goes I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come back I see people turn their heads and
all night into San Anton' and we slept Near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft, way down in Mexico You went out to find a doctor and you never
he worked the mills, and stoked the coke fed fires And looked toward the day when he had last turned Sixty-five and could retire And the sons become
And there ain't nothing at all to do but rise and follow The day wherever it takes me I stand at the window and I look at the sea And I am what I am
sky and wonder why it's blue instead of red I see a tree that's lost its leaves and wonder why it's dead And the sun that keeps us warm and fills the day
It's mash all night and grind all day No 401K for a hustler Just bleed the block and stack that paper M.O.B. when it come to hoes And a 40 cal when it
and hide it in my rectal hole To takin' belongings in my ultimate goal I'll take your China and your silver and your soul By darkness and night I shimmy
