Stay away from me everybody 'Cause I'm in my sin I said, stay away from me everybody 'Cause I'm in my sin You know I'm beggin' you Somebody give me my
With so much drama in the L.B.C. It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single
(machi tawara/wakiko fukuda) Translators: jun yamashiro and david kamil Ginnojoukun kara Yurichan ni otegami Demo ginchan wa ji ga kakemasen Dakara
Guinevere, of the royal court of Arthur Draped in white velvet, silk and lace The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase Sparkles on fingers slender
Fathers and mothers all those years ago Did you ever did you ever know My sisters and my brothers all dead and gone Did you know that wishing won't make
Strolling down the strip, we were straight strip tripping Tipping all the dealers we were straight gin sipping Go gamble, fuck hos, everybody knows everybody
[VERSE 1] Lately I've been throwing hints around there(I've been trying get you to) Oooo Try to get you to talk about it(What do I gotta do to)
Airhostesses are dreaming at the bar I thought I heard somebody say "I wish I was in America" There's been no surprises here, not since the crash There
Guinevere had green eyes Like yours, mi'lady like yours When she'd walk down through the garden In the morning after it rained Peacocks wandered aimlessly
Memories and drinks don't mix to well Jukebox records don't play those wedding bells Looking at the world through the bottom of a glass All I see is a
So she is the devil, and she's a bitch She's half whore and she's half witch You sell your children for her perfect kiss You wonder how she brought you
Mhm mhm one more round of gin and I'll be cheatin' again This woman in my arms the one that I've been dancing with She don't belong to me but I've enjoyed
10. Gin and Cocoanut Water Gin and cocoanut water Gin and cocoanut water Gin and cocoanut water Cannot get it in America At the Medical Center what
With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, I somehow, some way-hay Keep comin up funky ass shit man every single day
Get your motherfuckin' glass, 'cus it's a blast from the past You didn't think we would touch it two times nigga Gin & juice up in this bitch, yeah Some
I'm a maker of ballads right pretty I write ?em right here in the street You can buy them all over the city Yours for a penny a sheet I'm a word pecker
Well now after all the corridors are darkened When the royal crown is off your head To your chambers I will creep not a word we will speak Just love me