you can go Down down down baby get down She said you'll never know just what you can do until I show you (Passion for trash) Passion (Passion for trash) Oh passion for trash Trash
Traduzione: Cross. Passione per il Cestino.
Once upon a time there was a concept Someday we can all skip the nonsense Work hard let the rewards connect and Maybe we can soup up all the trash off
we know what you want (u don't want it) [Pyscho Les] Catch you with the cross bow Right through your torso What you said (nuttin) thought so Pass by
't the way to go for God's anointed the last thing we want is a Holy God disappointed But what the heck, a peck won't take us cross the fine line Oh my
fades out as instrumental comes in] [lighter sparking] Yo Goin out...we light this J up right here...for all the hard working folk cross this country, cross the world For
bring em both here to the condo (Yeah) Normally, it ain?t a question We would cross paths like an intersection But she just too far away for affection
should just call cabs and bring em' both here to da condo Yeah, normally it aint a question we would cross pass like an intersection. But she just too far away for
distractions banging louder than thunder When I devalue my Savior and start treasuring trash And longing for mud patches thinking it's greener grass Exchanging eternal pleasures for the ones that's going to pass Looking for
Suppe), The Battle Hymn Of The Republic (Steffe/Howe), The Twilight Zone Theme (Constant), Entry Of The Gladiators (Fucik), The Old Rugged Cross (Bennard
Smash that trash) Smokin' on a sweet, but my boy wouldn't pass You ain't a quarterback, gotta (Smash that trash) Don't make me pull my gun out for pumpin
[K-Rino:] Yeah One time for ya mind I'm try'na hang ya boy from the cross, in this rap game I got nails in my wrist [Verse 1:] Now it's time for me
for whatever, come dress for action If we gettin' pass him if not we just blastin' Him so let it not, have to come down to that But for now son keep the
toe tag Jus bought a cold coat for my throwback Big bow laces and a new rag Some these niggaz be actin like fags Them not gangstas them niggaz trash [
bigger I see you run around stage wit'cha shirt off; you need some food You 'bout as big as "The Passion of Christ" dude And I still got love for the
pass the heat Heard he like to trigga bang slang, but he ain't ass fast as me Slip behind a trash can blasting watching his ass retreat Chrome is two
'cross the E-N-T Entire, niggaz collapse and raid the empire Where the stash at? Cryin, he broke, a damn liar Yolk for the smoke, back room, medallion
your ass, winking at your ass if I dont beg I'll be thinking bout your ass for the whole week no time for cold feet she too bad to pass, so fine I dont