Er, excuse me mate, scuse me, scuse me, scuse me, scuse me mate Yes, sonny Someone's taken the cue from behind the eight ball
Tradução: Locura. Detrás de la bola ocho.
: Crosstown traffic Black to black You should a seen 'er Long and winding road to the arena Crystal ball I prophesized What was on the horizon
in the maze i found a dragon barbeque in the back A arm came out of the toilet and squaws my balls That shirt hurt got me head but holes in the walls
y'all aint runnin me, y'all ain't nuttin but reasoners Nigga we can fight monday and everyday till the week ends Behind your curtains peekin, you the
Crosstown traffic black to black you shoulda seen her Long and winding road to the arena Crystal ball I prophesized what was on the horizon And forewarned
Crosstown traffic Black to black You should a seen 'er Long and winding road to the arena Crystal ball I prophesized What was on the horizon Forewarned
ball I prophesized What was on the horizon Forewarned yall Is it any wonder What kind of ground you goin under A September ender To march madness
But y'all aint runnin me, y'all ain't nuttin but reasoners Nigga we can fight monday and everyday till the week ends Behind your curtains peekin, you
Lost in the maze i found a dragon barbeque in the back A arm came out of the toilet and squaws my balls That shirt hurt got me head but holes in the walls
