Übersetzung: Dead Boys. Ist es nicht lustig.
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young It's such fun... such fun Ain't it fun when you're taking care of number one Ain't it fun when
lucky Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky It make a funny sound and then BANG! Blew the fingers off his fuckin hand Don't stop, class ain't done yet
It pays to tell the truth dawg, it only makes sense [Chorus] When they play a new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy (Chea!) and watch the dope boys go
feel better Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands Millions of boys stay dead Millions of boys stay dead Millions of boys stay dead Millions of boys stay dead
having a good time so let down your guard we'll prove to you it ain't true we're the bad boys of rock and roll mad boys out of control bad boys of rock
it wasn't though, and you wasn't there That's all I knew, so I grew up thinkin' you ain't care I know it wasn't fair, but ay, it wasn't fun But now what
to mash Get it, get it, get it, cuz ya gotta have it And when ya get make sure ya grab it and stab it Maintain it, brain it, the way ya gots to Cuz this
show me just how good I had it I guess I couldn't see it Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it But that was just the way we used to g it One of the wrongest
it, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo This is how I wreck it, do doo doo do doo Now one two check ir, I'm as Def as a Leopard It could be, it should be,
feel it You will make yourself feel better Mother Mary had a man Who healed with healing hands Millions of boys stay dead Millions of boys stay dead Millions of boys stay dead
doo This is how I wreck it, do doo doo do doo Now one two check ir, I'm as Def as a Leopard It could be, it should be, it is? Holy cow! I'm grass
get lucky Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky It make a funny sound and then BANG! Blew the fingers off his fuckin hand Don't stop, class ain't done
a good time so let down your guard We'll prove to you it ain't true We're the bad boys of rock and roll Mad boys out of control Bad boys of rock and
understand You can't twist the Treach [unverified] and mix his friends Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and bend All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it
here a fuckin' gangster ain't no time Gettin' lok the lower my game is to Smoke or to get smoked I'm still lil' slim no I ain't gone change I'm showin
nigga livin' on the run It's fun but the pen is like smokin' sess Locked up on a 187'll make any nigga stress You can wear a vest, it won't stop two
