Well now meet me in the bottom, Bring me my running shoes. Yeah now, meet me in the bottom, Bring me my running shoes. When I come out the window, I'm
Traduction: Rolling Stones. Dans le fond.
I just thought I'd let you know You Can't take my brew away from me... [Bizzy] I down my 40 kinda slow; I like to savor it And while the niggas try to down
real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin, Early mornin' stoned pimpin I been down, been around, From the bottom to the top Partyin' down with the slimmies
. As we head on down this winding road. (As we head on down the road). Pack your bowl lets get stoned. (Ah lets get stoned lets get stoned.) As we head on down
everybody love the Dogg I'm sure Billy King probably got a Doggystyle tape Somewhere hidden in his briefcase Newsweek, Rolling Stone, major magazines
??the Metropolitan Glide Do??the Metropolitan Glide The floor is polished and your momma's gone You can quake and roll and moan 29 gypsies in a Cadillac stoned
dress She don't like the way I wear my hair But when I roll you over baby, you don't care Just take me down, down, down, down to the bottom Give
a hundred and thirty-six) I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon On the street where I was born Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee, Muddy Waters singin' "I'm A Rolling Stone
niggas is worthless in the money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops,
like to savor it And while the niggas try to down it I like to save my shit See, brew's a must to me, so put your trust in me Yeah, I'm a stone-cold alcoholic
feel like a stone you have picked up and thrown To the hard rock bottom of your heart To the hard rock bottom of your heart To the hard rock bottom of
just be me." I said, "Yeah, I see. But you don't understand what I really mean." Look at the manifest list It got my name down A bald head for the cool
the new sound rock and roll Soul to soul. I bring it down. From the bottom to the top. From the top to the bottom. Hmm I've got 'em. People everywhere
pull a gun And buck 2 shots For the peckerwood rockin' Put down your glock Or your block, I'll be knockin' And dead off your shoulders Head will roll
Well connected with the west It's the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, puffin' marijuana Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it Down
