Un soir, tu trouveras des brouillons dans leur cachette Pour voir, tu sortiras les disques de leur pochette Notre histoire, tu la verras defiler dans
light to this paradise I'm making my mark this time Fill me in Make me whole again And then pour me out Pour me out Again and again you win
Traduction: House Of Fools. Pour Me Out.
[Chorus:] Sometimes da game got me stressin partner i can't lie I roll me a sweet smash off n da ride a whole piece i aint never lied I put my weed hand
havin fun And it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gun Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over He had to act a fool now the party's over Gun shots rang
you so called G's Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin partners Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh Pour out a little liquor Pour out
off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me anchor man, I'll hold
s plan, Amen [Chorus:] Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep Wake me up before I'm dead Don't bury me with monsters in my head,
your neck and your throats hanging out With a do-me-ray Now it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna
I'm rollin in a seven-deuce glass house The Mob ain't nothing but a menace When we get the motherfucking dog in us Playing them old beats I'm pouring out
me [Chorus:] Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank Uh uh Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and
like the whole world is against me. Eva since the death of pimp c. but me [Chorus:] I'm up in the studio, me and my drank, me and my drink, me and my
me, do me, do me Na the way you dey do me Girl, I love the way you do me (do me 6x) Boy, I love the way you do me (do me 6x) Na the way you dey do me,
all in yo house Gang bang niggas we gon' turn this bitch out Eastside ridaz and we all in yo mouth Dogg Pound Gang we let the mothafuckin' doggs out Nate
, I'm up by noon I might sit around, I might write me a tune I might go fishi' and again I might not I might get me a fourty or pour me some scotch The
Either that or be another victim of a motherfuckin slaughter Best for the hoe the 44 magnum got me stressin My mind was tellin me no but the 40 ounce kept tellin me
