Traduzione: Fuoco piatto. Forse.
to blame (Yes, it's so obvious) and you, can go ahead and crown, me as the king, 'cause all of these girls sing 4Dbling I'm so on fire, a cold stone
their own city like that Cubs fan It's true, Shay changed, the man is berzerk Make like Pedro and throw your manager in the dirt Yo the fire never died
dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me... I'm a stack my bread and fuck niggas hoes, Shoot dice, drink liquor and sell dope, Tote fire stay fresh
see a minister Drinks are on the house, the house is on the hill The hills are on FIRE, it started in the fields Smoke inhalation, no ventilation No fire
York home game With real life shoot-em-up action Thug, vagrant, yuppie, and art Free game piece all included I told this cat the earth was flat He walked
as a dealer does it's muthafuckin thing Bang bang, just like that, the man'll slit open you And put two under your hat and as you lay flat, just another
gi de ghetto youth a better way in life, hungry wan defend more Tired ah dem politicain pon dem green an red tour[repeat] Me, Try escape like ex-convict, Driver Make de weapon spit, Dem woulda fire
like Tony Hawk [Chorus] Ak, ak, come the fuck on [scratched: "let me set you straight"] I put rappers and singers in they place [scratch: "that's right"] Smack fire
Well it's hard to believe that somebody tricked you when you can see you were only high It's all up to you so you gamble flat on your face and into the fire
I won't stop till the passion spits And sweat drips Rain on me The greedy body is forced to be Content with a single sensation My oars lie flat on the
you're worthless, totally worthless i'll scam a ride from my best friend something is wrong with my car again busted engine, four flat tires when i turn the key, you catch on fire
raped Fingers of a lovely room No matter how they regard Mirror is silent and dark Wasting their apologies I'm spinnig around on the floor The flat seems
in character parts I have sat by the bedside of poor little Nell When the curfew was rung then I swung on the bell In the pantomime season, I never fell flat
I'm from the Dangerous Crew...? I'm havin' so many hoes, I don't know what to do... The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew...? So just fire up
biscuits Mean cresant moon on the left to rep the darkness Ain't nothing clean on the walls, we hit'em with cans and markers My arches are ready to fire the fire
more 808, and turn up the guitars Tell the security guards to relax Cause these people came to get away from all that Them bouncers can't go bounce, they own balls flat
went flat Dog got loose, brought back a dead cat Daughter found it and had a panic attack Plus you ain't had sex in how long? Afraid to admit that the fire
