Текст песни NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL MUSIC! - What I Got
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Текст песни NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL MUSIC! - What I Got
Early in the morning, risin' to the streetLight me up that cigarette, and I strap shoes on my feetGot to find a reason, a reason things went wrongGot to find a reason why my money's all goneI got a dalmation, and I can still get highAnd I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot( )Well, life is (too short), so love the one you gotCause you might get run over, or you might get shotNever start no static, I just get it off my chestNever had to battle with my bullet proof vestTake a small example, take a ti-ti-tip from meTake all your money, give it up to charityLovin's what I got, it's within my reachAnd the Sublime style still straight from Long BeachIt all comes back to you, you're going to get what you deserveTry and test that, you're bound to get servedLove's what I got, don't start a riotYou feel it when the dance gets hotLovin' is what I got - I said, remember thatLovin' is what I got - now remember thatLovin' is what I got - I said, remember thatLovin' is what I got...I don't cry when my dog runs awayI don't get angry at the bills I have to payI don't get angry when my mom smokes pot