Текст (слова) песни: Atmosphere - Fat Beats Compilation Volume 2

[Random guy singing]
Throw your hands up in the air
And wave like you just don`t care
Say, you deserve a break today
Oh yeah, work that body, work that body
Make sure you don`t hurt nobody
Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear,
Fuzzy wuzzy had no hear
Fuzzy wuzzy wasn`t fuzzy, was he?
I like the party rock the body
You like the party want somebody
I sang too, listen to the song..

[Verse 1: Slug]
Sittin` on the steps, with ANT, that`s my man
Flippin` pig-russian, discussin` politics and contraband
Karma cut me clean as if I asked for it
Seven travels offered states with a case and fake passport
I want to shelter everybody from the snakes
And my sleeves know a couple of tricks for huntin` breaks
(Ten thousand lakes) Multiple choice of where to drown
So I quote the horse, it goes “What floats is what`s found"
Gettin down like they did in the 7-2
With the red and blue, had the opportune to bless you
Before you knew about a phone bill
Before you had to hold still
Before the Kool-Aid got diluted with Golden Seal
I used to ride around this town on a dirtbike
Child touched stillato, wild stages just to earn strikes
Read my lips, act like you heard right
And keep an eye on your chick—I work my rubber like a turnpike
It ain`t nothin` for me to come swing from your tree
I wear the love like a ring and I sing until it`s free
What? You bringin the weed? We break a measure
And let the hook ride just to tie it all together
Whatever..

[Chorus: Slug]
My life ain`t as cool as your life
And more than likely I`ll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin` me whats wrong
And quit actin` like you don`t know the words to my songs

[Verse 2: Slug]
And when the party starts, I`m in the corner actin` smart
Spittin` game at your girl, just to take your world apart
I hang with the secrets and the cats that paint pictures
While you sleepin on life and writin the same scriptures
(What you gonna take witcha?) I take it all but the fall
And when I`m sittin still you can blame the Benadryl and alcohol
As far as the stars are above the boulevard
I keep my feet on the tar, with the heat in the car
Keep the beats in a jar, wait for the time to unleash
And when it comes everybody only gets one a piece
You better learn the words before you try to quote `em
I`m sittin` on mixed nuts, who wants to hold `em?

[Chorus: Slug]
My life ain`t as cool as your life
And more than likely, I`ll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin` me whats wrong
And quit actin` like you don`t know the words to my songs

[Verse 3: Slug]
Now let me get a collective amen (amen)
I put tame on the monsters the moment that I came in
I talk to the voices-- that speak through my headphones
Communicate the life while I just cipher all the info
I got styles I ain`t even heard yet..
Words like rain and game, that left the earth wet
Let it drip-dry, focus eyes on the catalysts
Standin` high in the middle of SOUTH MINNEAPOLIS
They try to figure it out, they try to break it down
But they`re distracted by every accent that`s makin a sound
Grab it by the throat, lift it up and shake it `round
Till this whole world sees me as a naked clown
And while I`m pullin on her bra, shes
Tuggin on my drawstring,
Screamin` and shoutin to figure out how you lost me
Chewin up my cigarette and smokin` my gum
Out of respect for your boyfriend, I`ll use my thumb
From the start to the done, I never claimed to be right
I quit sleepin, now the day looks the same as the night
And I`m the type of DJ that only plays what I like
A handful of mixed nuts, everyone`s takin a bite..

My life ain`t as cool as yours (3X)

[Chorus: Slug]
My life ain`t as cool as your life
And more than likely I`ll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin` me whats wrong
And quit actin` like you don`t know the words to me songs

I`m alright, I`m just a little mixed up
I`m OK, I`m just a little mixed up

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[Verse 1: Slug] Sittin` on the steps, with ANT, that`s my man Flippin` pig-russian, discussin` politics and contraband Karma cut me clean as if I asked for it Seven travels offered states with a case and fake passport I want to shelter everybody from the snakes And my sleeves know a couple of tricks for huntin` breaks (Ten thousand lakes) Multiple choice of where to drown So I quote the horse, it goes “What floats is what`s found" Gettin down like they did in the 7-2 With the red and blue, had the opportune to bless you Before you knew about a phone bill Before you had to hold still Before the Kool-Aid got diluted with Golden Seal I used to ride around this town on a dirtbike Child touched stillato, wild stages just to earn strikes Read my lips, act like you heard right And keep an eye on your chick—I work my rubber like a turnpike It ain`t nothin` for me to come swing from your tree I wear the love like a ring and I sing until it`s free What? You bringin the weed? We break a measure And let the hook ride just to tie it all together Whatever.. [Chorus: Slug] My life ain`t as cool as your life And more than likely I`ll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife So everybody stop askin` me whats wrong And quit actin` like you don`t know the words to my songs [Verse 2: Slug] And when the party starts, I`m in the corner actin` smart Spittin` game at your girl, just to take your world apart I hang with the secrets and the cats that paint pictures While you sleepin on life and writin the same scriptures (What you gonna take witcha?) I take it all but the fall And when I`m sittin still you can blame the Benadryl and alcohol As far as the stars are above the boulevard I keep my feet on the tar, with the heat in the car Keep the beats in a jar, wait for the time to unleash And when it comes everybody only gets one a piece You better learn the words before you try to quote `em I`m sittin` on mixed nuts, who wants to hold `em? [Chorus: Slug] My life ain`t as cool as your life And more than likely, I`ll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife So everybody stop askin` me whats wrong And quit actin` like you don`t know the words to my songs [Verse 3: Slug] Now let me get a collective amen (amen) I put tame on the monsters the moment that I came in I talk to the voices-- that speak through my headphones Communicate the life while I just cipher all the info I got styles I ain`t even heard yet.. Words like rain and game, that left the earth wet Let it drip-dry, focus eyes on the catalysts Standin` high in the middle of SOUTH MINNEAPOLIS They try to figure it out, they try to break it down But they`re distracted by every accent that`s makin a sound Grab it by the throat, lift it up and shake it `round Till this whole world sees me as a naked clown And while I`m pullin on her bra, shes Tuggin on my drawstring, Screamin` and shoutin to figure out how you lost me Chewin up my cigarette and smokin` my gum Out of respect for your boyfriend, I`ll use my thumb From the start to the done, I never claimed to be right I quit sleepin, now the day looks the same as the night And I`m the type of DJ that only plays what I like A handful of mixed nuts, everyone`s takin a bite.. My life ain`t as cool as yours (3X) [Chorus: Slug] My life ain`t as cool as your life And more than likely I`ll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife So everybody stop askin` me whats wrong And quit actin` like you don`t know the words to me songs I`m alright, I`m just a little mixed up I`m OK, I`m just a little mixed up Нравится песня? 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