all too much time Walking on the wire, high wire But I must let the show go I must let the show go I must let the show go on
Traduction: Trois Nuit de chien. The Show Must Go On.
all too much time Walkin' on the wire, high wire But I must let the show go.. I must let the show go.. I must let the show go on
lights on Sippin Perignon with Kelly Price on I pull out my python, I hit it while my wife's gone Long dick the bitch all night, I'll make her pussy sing
two, three, you can't see me I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, it's on and
-r-e-o It not to be banned or for some underground mix show My hearts in my pen every time I begin Sometimes my lyrics go crazy and I just can't control
call, or at least beep the Lord, but didn't have a touch-tone It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on Some of this land I must own Outta the city,
' on 'em like I got gears on me (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me (Run!) My Timb's
spin on a carny-ride F-f-fuck off! f-f-fuck off! Clown dog... freak dog... joker dog... milenko dog... (visions of joker cards flashing in your mother
, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep Thats how we late night creep See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on And at the side shows cars got it going on
making plans for the rest of the night So tell your guard dog he better not bite My dogs are bigger and they're ready to fight Come on, come on, come on
dedicate a song Out to my main homie, Mike D Alright, lets kick it Ready, go Get on the mic Get get on the mic Just get on the mic Get on the mic, Mike
on stage, Bloods at my shows Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes And I'm Blooded, soo woo And I'm Blooded soo woo [Verse 1] Once again it's on
US OUT. (TURNS TO FREDDIE) ROLLING? FREDDIE TURNS ON HIS CAMERA. FREDDIE: ROLLING. JEB: BACK, BACK, WHERE DID SHE GO? JEB PUTS A MUSTACHE ON. JEB: I
