Машины, картины, в витринах магазинов. Брюнетки, блондинки, красивые картинки. Припев: Не нужна, повторяю вновь, Мне пластмассовая любовь. Пистолеты
Разноцветные огни, В городе ночь. Снова я совсем один, Слушаю дождь. Убегают по стеклу, Капли любви. Слёзы неба навсегда, В нашей крови. Припев: Пускай
Мне нравятся девушки В искуственных шубах, Я весьма утонченный тип, Сегодня свободен я, А ты так красива, И за это получишь приз. Припев: Мы поедем
, хочу любви Да так. чтоб на век А ты паришь секс. Я устал, иду на дно Смотреть про любовь немое кино. Quest, quest. quest pistols Обезьяны видят, обезьяны
I don't like the way you touch my baby if you're smart you turn him loose Unless you crave danger or you're crazy cause this gun don't care who it shoots
Sweetheart! Pack your lunch! Pack your extra magazine! We have a wonderful day ahead! Your Magnum is laying by the phone Ready for the day Don't look
Don't let his wrist game fool you You the deal, be my ghetto princess Need to leave him right where you found him Shawty you gon' be straight without
This is the first night of the rest of our lives I can't help wonder how is it we're still alive Welcome to the first night of the rest of our lives Oh
I am commin to steal the sun from your sky I am going to choke the light from your eyes I embody your darkest fears I am only the carnage you have created
ass. fuckin' with the bosses from Cleveland and gee van goes. On a quest for death, don't say passin', is he created, he made me rich with his pistol,
shows I take foes, and break em down to minerals We went from street corner thugs to white collar criminals Individuals, with no peace on the quest The
punkish I'll make you kneel before zod Biblical hits, flippable kickable spits Niggas with critical lyricals Never no mythical shit Step into the evil fickle abyss Wiggle in pittifulness Swivel this and get pistol
a mobster thang I'm a fat booty fuckin', love, gettin' the sucks in and bustin' Givin' niggers punkin' heads for nothin' While bumpin', handle my functions, my pistol
masks No witnesses, as we blast fearless Reckon now they feel us In this act of war More casualties No survivors Any man the defies us Quickly dies Cuz we Ridahs In my quest
a car Looking up at the stars with all the connections cut Cause when you stuck, advantages vanishes bandages on the damages of what depression does So quest
time for rest in peace Bet they find my pistol next to me My dick is giving ecstasy Shit I say, spread like leprosy I'm on a quest to be, the best emcee
wall And we keep on struggling And we ain't got nothing And we need to get something Got love for my niggas, go to war for my niggas My pistol keep
s get it on! [chorus]x2 Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on) All you wack rappers hit the floor [2pac] How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest