raining there's no use complaining The man with no name who calls himself the bad pun The man with no name, in his ordinary The man with no name who
Traduction: The Living End. Le Man With No Name.
man with no name who calls himself the bad pun The man with no name, in his ordinary The man with no name who calls himself the bad pun The man with
against all this evil Some people hate it, but I made it, so I'm never concerned About what they be talkin' about, I've lived and I've learned With my
Tricky Can't be with the one you love then love the one you're with Spliff in the ashtray, red stripe I pull the lid Her touch tickles, especially when
live Check the chain, check the wrist, check the fuggle [Manny Fresh:] We doin big stuff rippin the grain and big trucks Sippin champaine with some ducks
those people with the negative vibes And never mind the people with the evil eyes 'Cause they all flippin' somewhere out on a trip 'Cause they don't understand the man
bet Until one day I got caught in the act With my girl named Melissa from a few days back Kisha done called me up and asked me to explain She said I played with
zone With a glock-nine young marriage It's critical Then one of them sat down living so Mystikal and empoious With a heart full of anger it's so redicilous So give me some with
name but can't recall description I ain't did shit officer That bitch trippin Promise retaliation They plan busted No man to be trusted Everything corrupted once man
, bust 'em and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man before I understand why I had to live my life with
bullshit - it's not my dream I'm seein pictures of a broken man, no witnesses Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents in our prime live
understand stuff Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live
Bridge] Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya Man
exist Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives
with fright Plus these strippers last night had me thinking life is alright I take a look around and see all types of faces Men with suitcases, little girls with