We're gonna carry on They just don't know that you're an angel Nobody tell me you don't love me babe No, nobody No, nobody No, nobody No, nobody No, nobody No, nobody
that you're an angel Good God, good God, yeah, love, yeah Nobody tell me you don't love me, babe No, nobody, no, nobody No, nobody, no, nobody No, nobody, no, nobody Nobody
Traduzione: Three Dog Night. Nessuno.
inside And you know that the man Has got to deal with it I don't care what they say I'm not about to pay nobody's way 'Cause it's all about the dog in
do it, in harmony, they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them. And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people
deep Rapidly dumpin' heat Had a bucket wit beat Nobody fuckin' wit me B.O.K. savages don't play Push packages all day We ride dog day Get away from the
hot dog and a malted milk She's trying to get you If you're used to goin' to Carnegie Hall, but when you take her out night clubing All she wants is
lantern Get my gun Red'll have you treed before the mornin' comes Now Ol' Red got real used to seeing His lady every night And so I kept him away for three
40 of formeldahyde and wax ya whole crew Cuz ain't nobody seein' me on any fuckin' street True thug, keep it real with the heat Hittin' licks on the low cuz I'm lowdown Dirty dog
to fight it Got a playa all excited, wonder if you can ride it Straight out the Maseratti On the back of the Dukati I just wanna bubble, I?m not trying to trouble nobody
a little strange now On fire like a human torch Just get warmed up Ain't nobody can fucc with me even luccily Get cut in three I'm a fuccin beast I tucc the three
First Degree, Twamp Dog) [Lynch:] The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody
ll see I'm not behind them or in front of them, I'm one of them Started with a hundred, The Game spit three I said "Fuck It!" I'm a have to show these
E-40] I got the block sewed up, three or four million dollar spots Rocks jumpin off marijuana and herb Eleven five hundreds due, dope fiends due off that dog
time to ride Riding low, down a one way, watch for gun play Hoping we find true peace one day Nobody cry when my dog died Set em straight AK automatically