翻訳: オムニバス. リトルボーイブルー - ロバートロックウッド.
(Instrumental)
Every city foot scene gets scrilla with 'em Kid shortchange the dealer The game be gorilla Ain't nothing illa AKA 800 toll free aside I rose to be a Bad Boy
ohhh...Yeahh Carolina blue dress Same color shoes You know Ima need to dress to impress Hair ponytail Little bit of make-up I'm chillin wit my man today
Doors always shut Windows always closed The little girl had a burn The boy was black and blue They said, "It came from play" You know that shit ain't true The boy
' it all started fussin' wit three guys Nigga pride in the way but your pride is the way you can fuck Around get shot down any day Niggas die everyday, all little
'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed 'Cause I got it going on I'm a gangsta but y'all knew that Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah, I had to do that I keep a blue
It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money, but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where
The most important person with all due respect Thanks to the duffel bag, the brown paper bag The Nike shoe box for holdin' all this cash Boys in blue
brick wall, love What the fuck are we doing, love? How the hell do we move forward, love? Had you had a little drink? Did you have a little think? Did you have a little
you stop and we go, we go, we go So fly, why would I wanna land for? Everything you could ask for and more Your choice, you could either be a fan boy
Can't stay at home, can't stay in school Old folks say, ya poor little fool Down the street I'm the girl next door I'm the fox you've been waiting for
lose my flow trying to flaunt Me nah gon' try and fit in with the Devil I am on another seat ..IS WHY YOU LITTLE BEWARE ITS A RUDE BOY! [Chorus: Lindo
When I was just a little young boy Papa said, "Son, you'll never get far" I'll tell you the reason, if you wanna know 'Cause child of mine, there isn'
a peso in my hand Watchin' flies and children on the street And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile There's a little boy who
concise and too clear That Johanna's not here The ghost of electricity Howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna Have now taken my place Now, little boy