Fun Loving Criminals все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Like Magellan we was over by my man catchin' paper.
Frankie on the cubes. And fisty on the sabre i
was on the mix mad drinkin that is when i found all
these locals all up in my biz. See i had to do some
splainin cause the language they was playin wasn't
NewYorkese. Or for that spanglish even. I walked up
to the man with the largest of hands, cold briefed
him on the plan, turned around and sang...

The night is calling me and I just can't wait
My girl is all dressed up, gonna stay out late
Got my whip on blocks so I can be care free
I may love them cops but they don't love me
I rock the conga line with my bad left leg
You know I'm bona fide so y'all can all get bent
Fuck the war on drugs, fuck that Bin Laden
Y'all can't mess with us 'cos where you never been I'm in, yeah

5 to 7 minutes to go, can you feel this?
Your life on the streets is done, forget the business
You get what you give, another day another dead one
Picture me out on the edge with the half a tonne
Tryin’ to move it on up, tryin’ to move the fuck out
You ain’t billy the kid, you ain’t no ghetto son with clout
No doubt you had it hard, just a shard from the mirror
That went out

Sand in my socks,
and tears in my eyes,
blood on my hands,
and smoke in the skies.
My brothers are gone
and i'm numb to the pain,
can't pick up the phone,
now i'm dreamin again...