翻訳: A. ブロークンアイランド.
bus stop) There's panic when the snow drops (snow drop) You blow a ton, to have some fun Like anyone, like anyone Welcome to my land, this broken island
under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a
a eye on my eye in a crowded club I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge She moved through the crowd in a straight line The closer she
, damn, where is the fuckin' trust? I'm tired of the hoot and hollerin' I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins Then take a female to the island Then
Damn, where is the fucking trust? I'm tired of the hoop and holler I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins Then take a female to the Island Then take
too.. Damn i got a swag but she got a swag too (Gorilla Zoe) I went Puerto Rico pimpin On vacation on the island.. Came back and bought a chain tha was worth a
lot My girl is not in sight I think she left me for another guy The one she met last night I start to dream of a better day My island in the sun But
to my friends when I found a fine beat cos I like to play a rhythm where the rhythm plays me play it all day on a balcony above the street where old
mouth Trust me 'stead of broken chains, the universe everything counts My tongue speaks for a generation, no ain't concerned with amounts I now have influence
it, Let me wave a Virgin Islands Flag, Cuz if I dont Rock Cities gon get mad Im so fly that, Even when Im not on an airplane Homie I be still getting jet lag Thats just a
in like a Brady But she stood up. Like what up! It's a cold world, zip the coat, put the hood up That's some sick shit That's a ill bitch, when you dead
's whack yo, I stack dough and pack a rap show And then let all of my niggas in the back door And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire And
I did not know there was a plan Somewhere a perfect man I don't believe in the stars Then you smiled at my pretense As you broke down my defenses Just
I do it viciously Lie to my face and that mother fucker's history Cocaine cocaine China bright, snow white Rolled to a rave And steal a mother fucker
be something wrong with my dick, It's like a melted stick of butter So soft that it can't fill a rubber (Jorma) Hey yo, come on man, this is Lonely Island
the tides So I leaned back to hit him with all of my might Took a swing, but he caught me with a sucker punch right Then a sucker punch left and a sucker
