everything has left you And the clothes you wear belong to someone else See your shadow chasing off towards the shore line Drifting into emptiness There are bull-rushes
Превод: Велер, Пол. Булл Русх.
it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (fuck!) D.T.'s rushed the party in 2K Buck
Cheech & Chong track "Pedro and Man At The Drive-In," in which a man is whipped and gives cries of satisfaction] Woman: "Listen all you motherfuckers! Callin' alllll freaks! Bull
of a chaks I'm a rude boi, I ain't gotta relax I got this game in my head like dax Got this game in my hand, be cool I'll stop a bull, make a boi relax
I'll put you the fuck out" And when you put your words like that It's like third strike black you struck out His man tried to rush me from behind Chaps
killers, Skateboard kids, successful drug dealers, Pro snowboarders, and bikers they all feel us. I guess its the adrenaline rush that flows in us. Run
elite mobster Love my onions diced up real little Wiped up, gotta eat when it's real brittle Poke your nose is where I go with the catboats 11 Sammy, the Bull
maggots in pork I'm dark and damp, enough to rush amps With the jaws of a flat bull or rusty can Danger, danger, danger, danger Danger, danger, danger
fuck around and catch a bullet in yo forehead, ya heard me? This ain't the 80's where you get a nickel sack and a hoodrat A 40-ounce of Red Bull and
HELL FELT LIKE I WAS LOCK IN JAIL DIONG ALL THIS SHIT I DID NOT NOW I CAN DO THAT WELL STILL IN THE CUT YOUNG BUCK STILL IN A RUSH 14 TEEN STILL GIONG
know that you dam sure Let your drip on the dance floor if you wanna Get down That, that bust gats Better let 'em in 'fore they rush that 'cuz they wanna
from back in the day Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'll leave me alone Bulls jacket with his hat
ya bust like a baloon I'm stuck inside of ya womb From the night to the noon, shit. But I'm likely to move And rush right in the room And fuck like it
off like I'm just browsin' Catch you for your valuables, starvin'? Now you're full but never should you doubt the pull of one who chargin' at the bull
bull frogs Yeah, our idea of getting crazy has a lot To do with just getting lazy On a patch quilted blanket We'll put the brakes on the rush Yeah,
Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle. Dance Bum rush the speaker
betta' raze it up Right now We gonna hit you up with the joints Like bow Blast nasty, fight pow Styles takin' you to the bank Me bulls pack shanks Lick
