Я люблю тебя, я люблю тебя малыш.. Я люблю и это всё тебе, слышишь.. Я люблю тебя, это не просто слова, Дорожу тобой детка, это не игра, Не игра в кошки
blowin' a bleezy Easy fo sheezy deezy (Robyn) I crashed a party with the Czar Threw a Molotov cocktail in the bar And you know my style's revolutionary Even the Russians
Homie, the same thing make you laugh, make you cry And in the fast lane the strong survive and the weak die That's the way the ball bounce and I often
Doggy dog's crip game But I'm out for the crown, housin, I'm buckin' 'em down Dousin' and dunkin' these fuckin punks in a bucket and bounce When I get
eye lifts again, and now rolls and bumps off two thingys that look like the top of Russian buildings, where it is kicked by a Russian dancer We see
Let's get this shit started Yeah where my dogs at Get your drinks up Your joints out Ladies pull your tits out Come on Bounce Bounce Bounce Bitch -
' Peep my post reduction, hey Follow my instruction Bounce back my repercussion Cause mass destruction Fuck around strain ya till ya plan malfunction Sit cha ass down, hey Bouncin
gumdrop my choc-o-lot Chinese, Indian and Russian Peaches tastes the nectar gushin' Puertirican and Jamaican She got cakes let's start bakin' Mexican and Phillipino Bounce
night, shot caller night, helicopter light spinners And it's barely the beginning Hot women spending big faces for hours Drinking White Russians and
know is Canibus gold? That's a stupid ass question motherfucker, is Canada cold? Bout a thousand degrees lower than liquid nitro is Five thousand degrees hotter than flame throwers I reflect light, bounce
It's winter and I'm late I lost this game Of white Russian roulette but I'm fine I'm quite ok, And she knows I'm royal loyal to lovers I'll die here with
my post reduction, hey Follow my instruction Bounce back my repercussion Cause mass destruction Fuck around strain ya til ya plan malfunction Sit cha ass down, hey Bouncin
and supply. Swimming in bourbon, And spoiled without, An offsides penalty, With Russian alibis, And masked as intuition lullabies. And your check bounced
s crip game But I'm out for the crown, housin, I'm buckin' 'em down Dousin' and dunkin' these fuckin punks in a bucket and bounce When I get up in the
[Cage] Somethin' in the way not for Dr. Zummer Hot the tumor in the lugee and left it in Montezuma Swam back to the US after Russian roulette No deal
lot blowin' a bleezy Easy fo sheezy deezy I crashed a party with the Czar Threw a molotov cocktail in the bar And you know my style's revolutionary Even the Russians
