Übersetzung: Drunken Tiger. Final Fantasy.
Übersetzung: Drunken Tiger. Umali der Bar.
better cuff your chicks I don't speak game, I say a couple words Next thing you know we're both under the confident In the comfort of my hotel suite Having sloppy drunk
shuts down the same [Chorus] So you bay for the boy in the tiger-skin trunks They set him up, set him up on the stool He falls down, falls down like a drunk
how high I am I take painkillers to ease the pain Though I aint in pain No, we, ain?t the same, we drunk I?m on everything ?Cept when I kick it, gout
t out, doing no shows I hit the block, once in a blue, and front with the crew And show niggaz a good time, by getting drunk in the stud' Some niggaz
as a daisy, tough as a stake Mean as a miser, low as a snake Scared as a rabbit, small as a mite Gay as a meadowlark, high as a kite Wild as a tiger, drunk
If You See My Woman Ya'll Know What We Bout To Do This Shit Here Bout As Sick As The Flu Drunk Motherfuckers Wanna Vomit On My Shoe Niggas Can't Have
du hast kein Schwanz Du wirst schon drunk von 'nem Bacardi Breezer Mein Flow is hei?er als Fieber Du bist wei?, wie ein Batida de Coco Ich bin ein Tiger
is Jewish 'Cause we're pretty good in the sack. Guess who got bar-mitzvahed On the PGA tour No I'm not talking about Tiger Woods I'm talkin' about Mr
! You like it like that, dontchya baby? The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods And I roar like a tiger would
I'm Tiger Woods Yeah, I'm Tiger Woods Go get'em Tiger Get 'em Tiger (That's me) Go get'em Go get'em Go get'em Tiger (That's me) Get'em Tiger Get'em
tomorrow sheesh And that's why we party like there is no tomorrow sheesh Wow I think I like her the way she go round like a syfa Make me wanna growl like a tiger
forth like ping pong me and Game got the hoe jumpin' Kriss Kross I'm the shit so piss off better yet, find me somethin' to piss on I'm too drunk, how
high I am I take painkillers to ease the pain Though I aint in pain No, we, ain't the same, we drunk I'm on everything 'Cept when I kick it, gout Me
I was lost and tossed on a misty morning By a drunken sailor And the genie in the bottle let me down I was raised on Cain in the name of the father And
