: SOKKO- de Bomb! buttobi ha! ttoshi kekka noriokuren you ni BURIBURI ONRI- "tte oi!" jaa motto agatte'koi! kore kara da hore GANGANGAN anta sore
: ORENJI RENJI wo shitteru kai ka-chan tachi ni wa naisho da zo omasena ano musume mo kiiteru ze HAIUEI tobasu nya motte koi * sekaijuu hora waratte
: Tanjoubi ga kitara neko san-biki ageru kara MAREESHIAN JOOKU NAU MAJI waraeru YANGORI YAAZU kakatte koi HANDSOME BOY no TARANTULA migi ni
: Hajimaru ze natsu matsuri koyoi koko ni atsumaru mina ga genki HATSURATSU karugaru to koeru issen Agero koe agero see no WASSHO! see no WASSHO
: ORENJI RENJI wo shitteru kai kaa-chan-tachi ni wa naishou dazo omase na ano ko mo kiiteruze HAIUEI tobasu nya mottekoi JANPU ichiban SURAMU DANKU
: asa mo yoru mo koikogarete hoshi ni naru yo kimi mamoru tatakai wa yukue shirazu ashita to kinou no kousaten de majiwaranai kimi to boku ima iku yo
: Sawagashii machi no naka de ano hi susume nai mama de "Doko ni mukaeba ii no?" sono mayoi wo nagedashi taeta ano hibi no nagashita namida Me
of ice, have it straight for life Then maybe we could talk about us 'fuckin' tonight' 'Sixty-Nine No Change', 'In The Back Of The Range', 'Galloway'
No time for fake bitches Just sip some orange juice with my real bitches And I just got three wishes I ain't askin' for world peace I want Range Rovers
orange sun hung lonely in the sky I lay prone in my catboat home Thinking of fine nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's horn Sliding in a tape of bird on verve when suddenly rang
scatter Pluggin iron in they back, who they are it doesn't matter There's a psychopathic, way up in the tower somewhere And when they think they outta range
money on the regular Yeah boy, I do Be, be, be, be about mine Take my cars to the club in a single file line Yeah boy, I do, windy city campaign Fuck the orange
foe be his crib death The top rappers receive hot dogs up they ass, they get F Mark flush the toilet, you shit next Expand your stomach range with tummy
Rollin' the Wild West way, givin' it up Leavin' the whole world stuck, not givin' a fuck Laid in the cut, now we break through in the rut Hennessey and orange
back to the streets Like a brick on consignment interlining of the Mark Buchanan Spark two hammers Memph Man gold marks the understanding We don't engage in war we elope orange
I survive when the chances I don't have? Me have to hustle How can I promise me a go change When me legal life is above my price range, me have hustle
gate crooked and I'm loosey Got the tech and my deck and some mob music Hit the strip tryin' to catch me a twenty doosey Drinkin' bombay mixin' it with orange
polar bears - rollin Red Range Rovers - rollin, rollin, rollin I'm on that ecstasy - rollin; on them X pills - rollin On them X pills - rollin, rollin, rollin Orange