Traduction: Croix. Passion pour les poubelles.
you can go Down down down baby get down She said you'll never know just what you can do until I show you (Passion for trash) Passion (Passion for trash) Oh passion for trash Trash
should just call cabs and bring em' both here to da condo Yeah, normally it aint a question we would cross pass like an intersection. But she just too far away for
bring em both here to the condo (Yeah) Normally, it ain?t a question We would cross paths like an intersection But she just too far away for affection
von Suppe), The Battle Hymn Of The Republic (Steffe/Howe), The Twilight Zone Theme (Constant), Entry Of The Gladiators (Fucik), The Old Rugged Cross (
'm bout to killem Yeah trash baggin, this is crack And I know you been feenin for this, come get your packs I do it for the music nigga, fuck them placks
your ass, winking at your ass if I dont beg I'll be thinking bout your ass for the whole week no time for cold feet she too bad to pass, so fine I dont
pass the heat Heard he like to trigga bang slang, but he ain't ass fast as me Slip behind a trash can blasting watching his ass retreat Chrome is two
the floor Bitches knees sore, rug burns, broken lamp shades What a party this trash made Is it cool to fuck? (Bitch, whatcha wanna do?) If not, just suck (Dick sold for
van When them peoples come, blow right past, mind your business I don't know nothing, they found his ho in the trash Barbeque wings, blings for my niggas
, embraced Poseidon Discovered ourselves living on an island We flow like water 'cross the lost city Chalk prophecies and washed off graffiti In continents, trade off for
do is lick my lips Not to mention these lips and my round juicy ass, if beauty was a test alot of ho's wouldn't pass They dog'd out trash, I'm steppin
the beat y'all Check it, I'm the one hun if ya checkin' for the rhyme Some for any party turn my hat back then mic check two Ninety three for the time
Aborted by unfettered reason - that candle Both ends burning Collecting trash collecting gold Vampires ego drains and clutches When cross examined by the truth It carves the cross
Yo, goin' out, we light this J up right here For all the hard workin' folk Cross this country, cross the world For everybody on the grind everyday nine