that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell
Übersetzung: 3 Doors Down. That Smell.
I hate that [Lloyd Banks:] You won't hear none of them rhymes Those are practice rhymes [50 Cent:] Those those is the di.. thats the dirty batch Thats the batch that
You can lounge around in your silky nightgown Just take off your bra and pull your panties down 'Cause I'll seduce you, whore, bust down your back door You dog-ass bitch, get down
it over my broham When you go outside don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam When you go outside
and I don't give a fuck about none of these muthafuckas Still get down foe my damn thang Tell a nigga that I concentrate come on down to the land let
I knock on Dakota's door It's locked so I go to creep 'round the back with binoculars Not 'cause I want to peep But because I'm hungry She smells like
y'all turn that water down What y'all watchin over there? Is that the Honeymooner marathon? That shit been on all night right? Alright I smell the coke
every time swing my door Swing my door Swing my door Yea them prices real low They gon search you up and down every time they swing my door Swing my door Swing my door
gangsta rap fault, that people are poor can't get enough to fucking eat or live their life That's rap music fault It's rap music fault, that we got all
riot pump Uh, riot pump Uh, let's get this shit crackin' man Yo [Verse 1:] This that gun in the spine (spine) This that one of a kind (kind) This that
standin' at the door don't wanna take us - on The ring, let it go 'bout 3 months - ago The pain - stressin - ain't in me no more The girl that they used
hating cause I'm hot like a left sink handle [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Jellysickle Look at how that jelly trickles Down his elbows And you can smell
down, bow down, bow down) This is the continuation Yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: N.O.R.E.] A yo I'm hot nigga and you should smell my breath Don't it smell
a f**k i aint give a f**k neither He could see the devil, see the devil in my features You could smell the ether You can see Cita You can see the Cita