This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age La la la la, lah This
ترجمه: د روح لا. دیزی سن.
The Soul will let you know it's time And it's a DAISY age (La la la la, lah) (This is a DAISY age) (Sing about, sing about the DAISY age) (Let it rain
pimp me and y?all eat from it So fuck every soul who ever felt like I owed Them a god damn dime, or a god damn rhyme Or a god damn chance, motherfucker
what's a pimp? I say, but what's a pimp? It's like this, I don't lie, I told you what I felt at the time I wasn't high, I know you see yourself in my
[Hook:] It's hard to believe (It's hard to believe) I made it through the years (I made it through the years) I guess that I'm blessed (I guess that I
, my head is achin' I've been by a weapon since the 11th Stars and stripes vs. a star and crescent God's blessin', be a soldier, I gotta speak out on
V.I.P. But age don?t mean a thing, I ain't chi Ali I bring them out with no I.D. The broads, they bring them out like I?m T.I.P. Come here, girl Let
I ain't done wit the bidniss Them niggaz owe me a check, niggaz owe me respect I give you that good game I told you I been M.A.D.E. An' it's Roc-A-Fella
' room, thinkin' of a master plan Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a life To make a dream,
hoes die too I would have been a lawyer by the age of 22 But I won't, so I don't give a fuck about killing dudes I sell crack too, I will jack dudes
is a part of this that's why it's spiritual But I get my hymns from him So it's not me, it's he that's lyrical I'm not a miracle, I'm a Heaven sent instrument
A.K.A. Shelton Jackson Lee A.K.A. loving husband and father Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson I'm here with De La Soul A.K.A. De La, A.K.A. The Plugs
s got clout to it {It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it} (I) A.W.O.L DJ Hurricane When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna
Dad The fire's what I pack and what I pack is real bad I'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let go Now that's the state of mind I'm in, huh
I got a whole outfit And a new fitted cap that I ain't wore out yet (Check, check, check) And I'm beamin' Yeah, and I seen it, like a twenty-seven inch
D.O.B. my pedigree multiple felonies see You spit phlegm I spit fumes Across the ruins of kiosks hoverin' sand dunes A miniature man-nume, it's National Lampoon's Alien Vacation I
