Not the weasel, pop-pop-pop goes the 9 mi sembra gi?Tá che non potr??


I might as well
Ch'pu capable de me t'nir debout
I left those ways back in the old days
Queen of the entire universe
He remains so faithfuly close to you
Ahh, poor baby, born by whore lady
and get down with Christ who??Ôäós gotta monopoly?
And these whiteboys don't care about you
och har ett farligt knog.
Let us all in on the news
And break your punk ass down just like you stole s
But there's no more hiding it this time,
Join the line, sign your name
Then one day we got the news her and her family ha
Ow! Man.. the man.. ha ha
Our mistakes are scrawled upon the chalkboard
'Coz I just stand here and freeze
You think you know me
Dreams are to shadows as your shadows are to your
Mais chaque fois que je vois
By a homie who was supposed to have your back?