Why should I care If I have to cut my hair? I've got to move with the fashions Or be outcast. I know I should fight But my old man he's really alright
Why should I care If I have to cut my hair? I've got to move with the fashions Or be outcast I know I should fight But my old man, he's really alright
Traduzione: Chi, il. Cut My Hair.
: Why should I care If I have to cut my hair? I've got to move with the fashions Or be outcast. I know I should fight But my old man he's really alright
[Mr. Mixx cuts up] (Hit it) [VERSE 1: Fresh Kid Ice] Coolin' in Miami one summer day Drivin down the streets along the bay My girls' hair's blowin'
who started all that (Make the Gas Face!) For those little white lies My expression to the mountainous blue eyes Then form a face, and shake my skull
creation, illustration of original ancient Feed bronze hair sheep throughout my conjugation Spit afrodeziacks, with gypsies till the observations They open eyelids and Oscars in my
eat it like a vul-cha See my hips and my tips don'tcha See my ass and my lips don'tcha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that
hell, cause I say this so well You can whistle my melody or noel You're still gonna get the Speak n Spell I get my ink from inkwell my paper from the
of a dead dreamer hymn's of a needle freak With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care her dreams of liquid blue I cut my self again and
songs of a dead dreamer, hymns of the needle freak with sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care her dreams are liquid blue I cut myself
I don't need to cut my hair Don't need a job when ya livin' on welfare I got a girl who thinks sex is a thrill Don't need protection cause she's on the
304 [x3] C'mon baby What you want my loot and my ducts, and the dingaling? Don't be a hoe [AMG] Now for the deuce, fans wanna know who is who Tres with
they go, swallow pride like you swallow my pain Where da grain? Feel my fire, don't you wish it was tamed? Cake ain't the same, playa, keep on yellin my
in you And you think you're bored with anything there is to do with me. You wipe your hands across your bare chest And rub your fingers through your crew cut hair
