One of these days, boy Gonna see my, baby Gonna see my, baby Coming down the road She'll have my pardon Pardon in her apron, oh, Lord Gonna see the governor
Пераклад: Дзесяць гадоў праз. На днях.
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming After working all year down at 'Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing' So one night when my family and I were gathered
replacin' the Towers And these niggaz washed up now they faces is sour Mad cuz they broke and lonely and I'm makin them dollars With enough divas to spread out to ten
One more thing, for those who don't know we is family We've known each other since we were babies So I guess it's just another one of them days I got
was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay And nigga that's fucked all my homies are loners I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners With bitches
go stand by the crepe myrtle bush And look in the screen door She'd usually stand there for about ten minutes And back then I wasn't sure what she wanted These days
in case I gotta tear up I said that same shit about ten years ago same nigga but now my tech is by my window been reppin threes wearin black since the days
of a sudden I'm overcome by a feelin' of brief mortality 'Cause I'm gettin' on in the world Comin' up on forty-one years Forty-one stoney gray steps
Choppin' for the live spots The thug, take your hairy soul like [unverified] I withdraw Yeah, look here, been here Dis here's, diss year's Get one of
in the year two thousand I got one of them bitches parked around corner by the housin' The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten Eleven fifty
they can silence others by denying them their voice? For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists? As if walls only had one side. Whispered intimacies might
you and crushed But now it's time to make your own demands Whoa whoa All these years later and it's killing me Your broken records and words Ten thousand
these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one
blood Of a hundred men in white clothes The morning smells of death But still it feels like a fresh wind After so many years Where the forests returned
was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay And nigga that's fucked all my homies are loners I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners with bitches
these crazy-ass days Bu the Alkaholik rhymer, King Tee and Diamond D Got the gats pointed at ya like we're to 'round three 'Cuz nineteen ninety-four is the year
