Hell bent useless void Feed your fame paranoid Wash these hands for a change One step close by the way Spin around all way Nothing left Give it all away
Traduction: Slim Dusty. C'est Shanty Vieux Bush Of Mine.
a ragged canvas Tells the story of our past and present situation That old bush just keeps on burning Nobody seems to show they're learning That old bush
hat He ain't have no choice, he was born this way These streets pull your number like a phone display And you gotta be defensive with your life You gotta be like Bush
do nigga) I RUN THE BAAYY! [verse 1:] Ay, Im Montana in his prime Hammer on my side Term said I need a bandana when I ride K in the bushes, cannon in
Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn't I came
. And I can't tell the difference between ABC news, Hill Street Blues and a preacher on the old time gospel hour, stealing money from the sick and the old
[Verse 1] We can go blow for blow until we're old and gray You're flow's openly gay hope and pray That your next LP'll be ghost wrote by Shay That's the
To, Thats How Me And Lil' Ma Get Down. Sometime We Hit Da Town, Wit Da Radio Up And Da Window Down. Get A Sweet At The W, Get A Bag Of Bush And Just
bring hey! I thought you were running things all you did was run the screens must be out his mind thinking' the steel won't touch him see it on the bush
To, Thats How Me And Lil' Ma Get Down. Sometime We Hit Da Town, Wit Da Radio Up And Da Window Down. Get A Sweet At The W, Get A Bag Of Bush And Just Smoke
(feat. Pimp C) [MJG:] Roach spraid on the block Then I took my throwback Now my soldiers posted up Hangin' like a coatrack Gun in the bushes and Work
men I mean the... Creme de la creme a schemer... Sippin' on 'Gnac and Zima... True professional 2... (DJ CLUE!) Now that Bush is president nigga we all
ring like froto. (no) Coastal, man my nickname postal Why they loco like they old schools (mannn?) I should beat them like pro tools Will Farrell nigga started out old
always safe and warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, Poisoned in the bushes
