Translation: Corba Riblja. Nojeva Barka.
Every night is a Saturday night Every night is a Saturday night Every night is a Saturday night Saturday night for me In a city boulevard, broken and
Oh Oh Oh That's what you wanna do The mind's all a flutter, no pigs on the gig No swine for the supper, no wine in the cupboard Everything of mine must
Travis Barker, yeah, let, let, let's go (Let's go) Lil' Jon, Yelawolf, let, let, let's go (Let's go) Twista and my homeboy Busta Rhymes (Let's go) Holla
Verse1 In the city lights, the night'll give me life. I hear the drums, Ima war chief gimme knife. Got kush fuck the knife just give me light. Spark
Key e writers, hank williams and fred rose (e) you're barkin' up the wrong tree now, You're barkin' up the wrong tree (b7) now, You don't (e) ever
I'ma just chill, lay low and stay breezy I hear these streets is so greasy That's why I get high I'm in the cool, finger in the sky Doing about 100 in
It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4] This that war tihs From the King of Darkness
Feel the bass You-you feel the bass You-you-you-you feel the bass You-you feel the bass You-you-you-you feel the bass Cruisin' down the boulevard, feelin
looking for Listen in awe and you'll hear him Bark at the moon Hey, yea Bark at the moon Hey, yea Bark at the moon Whoa whoa yea Bark at the moon Aoo
Overbearing woman makin' it so hard for me Now you've laid it down for all to see, yeah Can I ask a question, do you think that you can take a blow? This
I'll never bother keeping up with you Burning the candle at both ends it's true You know the writing's on the wall Why do you ride to take a fall? (Slow
Time has come to say goodbye I know it's gonna make you cry But you belong to another my love And half a love that just isn't enough I am so tired (So
Waiting for darkness Why doesn't anybody see, now Deafened by silence Why doesn't anybody hear I'm waiting for darkness Playing with fire But they're
There's no present there's no future I don't even know about the past It's all timeless and never ending To take it in it's all too vast It goes, forever
they say that i'm insane i don't play their little games the crazy weasel doesn't ever leave his house creeps around his apartment watches tv on the couch
[Swizz Beatz] Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a
Shady after math! Ok! Let's go! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, Five, four, three, two, one! [Chorus:] Uhuuu, I got the pocket full of money, My city goes
