- X2] News flash homie dawg I'm droppin' the dime News flash homie I'm speakin' Jesus' mind News flash homie I must mention the crime I bring the bad news
Превод: Пламен. Вести Блиц.
X2] News flash homie dawg I'm droppin' the dime News flash homie I'm speakin' Jesus' mind News flash homie I must mention the crime I bring the bad news
I had my chance that I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver with every paper I'd deliver Bad news
out the rules In a tight compromise salute, road-block with troops Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots Ten o'clock news flash
face, flash that camera At the all-time great, slight paranoid Fuck toys consistent, fluent slang pediment It's the magnificent, first album Hot tracks on the sipper, low flame
highway doin the buck Certain things you can do in a truck But I hold my water so ya better hold ya daughter Shaq'll be on her back like news reporter
run up outta ya shoes We make you back down havin' the facts down With all the noise we be makin' you could even see the shit on the news Word up, see
alone, unhappy. Of course you got all swept up in a mad world, the city. Jazz, cabarets, liquors. You're drawn like a moth to the flame. [Roxie Hart
lake And everyone is listening and everyone's awake Black day in July, black day in July The printing press is turning and the news is quickly flashed
Well She's a flame flamethrower She's a flamethrower at night She's a flame a red hot glower She's a flamethrower at night She's a flame flamethrower
gotti click, abduction My peeps, extortion flame, the holo-tips corruptin this metropolis It drain slow, over karets, see a vain hoe, maintain, oh Ya flame
I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while. But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news
out the rules In a tight compromisin' loop road blocked with troops Under orders not to shoot but they break your vertebra with boots Ten O'clock news flash
, a far country Not my home I can see in the strip malls and the phone calls The flaming swords of Eden In the fast cash and the news flash And the horn
sweet like a jar of malasses. We're hard assassins rockin' dark glasses, sarcastic, millitant like M.A.S.H. is. Tear gasses, burn like hot flashes. Bas
wall They see the light They give themselves Living in an eastern world Amnesty cells Run with the torch, torch, torch, torch Burning flame Athene - Sparta, the flame
it look like a flash Picture, cheeeeeese! I got the 24's, those 74 for 2's When you was on the stage, Gucci was on the news But bitch don't pity me,
