ترانه:
Lamb Five

ترجمه: بره. پنج.

] Yeah It's Gucci, What's up baby? Yellow errthing this time, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Yellow rims, yellow big booty, yellowbones Yellow Lambs

[Verse 1 - Curren$y] Sober flow, I ain't smokin five days but i'ma burn this beat and leave it in a ashtray Yo Joey, give me a light, so I can see where

to slow grooves 8-Track figure that's mixed wit Pro Tool I rhyme wit sense, the paragraph was intense Area's dense with the flow from the sentence Engine powered by five

bout to pull yo car When a nigga's on the set we makin' money again Drinkin' forty red bullets smokin' boo-koo weed It's fucked up gettin' drunk makin' money havin' fun Five

Foals in winter coats White girls of the North, File past one, five and one, They are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham, the EHS norm And they could float

the precise meaning of my prayer Is to adapt and carry your own crucifix I've spend time slaving over the cooker Being observed by the onlooker Kill the lamb

The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing I'm a mind fuck, completely dis-gus-ting I'm a human mutt, fuck a being I'm a dog fuck lambs, I

hell Nothing more to offer, no more soul to sell Lord, don't let me die in a cheap motel Took 'em from their homes when they were young Five times I