BOOKER - ДЕЛО
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White, do the job
Get the job done
White, do the job
Get the job done
White, do the job
Get the job done
White, do the job
Until the body refuses
White, do the job until your body gives up
White, do the job until your body gives up
Do it, white man, do it
White, do the job until your body gives up
I don't market rashly
Things will speak for me
How does the doctor see my urine?
And I'm ready to start it
Even without money
There are bosses all around
But I don't give a fuck
I'm a slacker
How was it
My dream is reality
Grass, mushrooms and a thousand mares in the field
Smoke rises above the house (Russia)
It's all in my veins
And neither our own nor others will be able to prohibit it
I greet the morning at the computer
I'm not a supporter of the regime
But my Zhiga even pulls
On punctured tires
It's like I'm pregnant
Fucking spirit of the times
I keep myself in check
Yes, I’m like Pelevin’s Shiva
Made for the family, for the boys and people
Without demanding anything in return, knowing that they will fuck you
And I know exactly where I was when there is a demand in the sky
You left, I came and brought you, no question
White, do the job
Get the job done
White, do the job
Get the job done
White, do the job
Get the job done
White, do the job
Until the body refuses
White, do the job until your body gives up
White, do the job until your body gives up
Do it, white man, do it
White, do the job until your body gives up