Heartburn (исполнитель: Sean Price)
[Sean Price] I love selling nicks at night, go home, to my son Roll a spliff and watch Nick at Nite I love it when my [bad word] [bad word] home To a hot meal, it's not real, the [bad word] can't cook I love them bullets I sent you You know what's up, I'm broke as [bad word] and [bad word] the rent due I love my moms and the [bad word] habit I love a double jointed [bad word] up in my craft splattered I love snatching niggaz jewels up on the mass transit I love busting in ya mouth, I know you can't stand it I love it I love it when you bob ya head to this At the same time, giving the God head in the whip I love it when I'm wit wifey, you say nothing Right under her nose, I'm right under your clothes And I love it [bad word] 2x: Sean Price] "All this love in my heart" In my heart y'all! (I got heartburn) "And just enough to make 'em stop" uh-huh "Only take us on the path" - P "So it is on your mind" - and again [Sean Price] I love fist fights with brass knuckles I love to get right with the 5th and make ya [bad word] buckle po-po I love mushrooms, I love to puff boom Love living with you though it ain't much room I love when you say my song is corny At the same time, huggin' my nuts, the god stay horny I love to flow, dog, tell me about it, the hoes I love it raw dog, tell these are violets, you know? I love Martin Luther, I love Malcolm X Love Knotts Landing, love Falcon's Crest I love wallabies, I love trees just as much As I love collard greens, and cheese, [bad word] I love it [bad word] 2x] [Sean Price] I love to punch street [bad word] awaken, food is taken, blun street niggaz Ya'll [bad word] phony, the father told me To knock y'all niggaz out, quick then Antonio Tarber Show me ya dollar, [bad word] I'll show you the llama The bullet blow throw holes through your armor, blam blam [bad word] fam, you [bad word] with a grown [bad word] man Couldn't, picture my life different on Kodak cams See, I'm on your block in a tore backed van Jumped out with a new gun, hold that fam Bah, Sean Price, past, present and future Better late than never, whatever, I see you, I shoot you I love ya