never known So many little babies stuck without a home It?s a good day to die so come knock me over Say goodbye It?s a good day to die I get a
Traduction: Hot Hot Heat. Good Day To Die.
it baby YMCMB all muthafucking day [Verse 3: T-Pain] Last but not least I'm too cold to have hot rhymes Jamaican bitches in my room doing the hot wine
drop I'm strapped with my thumb cocked Only gon' take one shot, leave you stretched out on the block [Z-Ro] I'm a motherfuckin asshole, every day all day
No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights And hot days Cocking my heat
food in broad day like it's lunchtime You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot
m high all the time... I smoke that good shit. I stay high all the time... Man I'm on some hood shit. {+SMOKIN' DAY... +! } Give me some dro, purple
She was pregnant by me once glad she didn't have it Cause I be paying child support now god damn it Tish was my bitch, til she fucked my god brother I was heated
locked up That's why I pray to you, say what I say to you Thank you for Swizz Beatz, to him you bring the heat He brought the heat to us, we burn the
kid again, and you get embarrased And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at
until you meet my glock I'ma get you make your bady rott, nigga make the party pop Nigga why not? Time's tickin on the clock aint the heat hot I'ma hit
the left, swing to the right Make ya feel good, feel alright One time, feel good yeah y'all Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Makin you feel real good
Right right right right Right, Busta Rhymes exclusive with the Zhane Each and every day We gon come around your way and do it our way, word is bond {
Now listen son, let me drop some shit on you man I can just "do-do-do-do-do-do-do" and put a hit on you man Aith hot heat that will make your heart beat
on the Cape crusaiders and leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic And we can play the back and forth all day like the hot potatoe game Thats why we [
The cut great mindwalking through the dirty streets Of Paris in the hot August heat Sun melts in the fake Smile away Just looking for a place to stay
