Everyone got twisted up Well, everyone got behind my back and broke it 'Cause it's my world Everyone got twisted up Well, all your friends got behind
ice These motherfuckers just got wicked Well I can't explain this little man Taken over Can't explain the way that I feel Everyone got twisted
译文: 冷. 刚从邪恶.
just got wicked Well I can't explain this little man Taken over Can't explain the way that I feel Everyone got twisted up Everyone got behind my back
's the matter? You ain't getting no dick? You're bitching about rock 'n' roll That's censorship, dumb bitch The Constitution says we all got a right
feeling cold you know you niggers really don't serve a purpose unless you learn to follow all these then become workers if you ask me you're just taking
(Dolly Parton) Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on me Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree You make us hate our husbands
guessin'/ The nation thug invasion got these suckas shakin'/ You been waitin' and anticipatin' the makin' and the arrival of my thug congregation, just
punk's back Raisin' Cain, feel no pain as I penetrate Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind
at a party even Gotti goes adios I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours Get it, got
Make you cry, cry baby, make you feel so cold, don't you know? It's alright sometimes you've just got to show how you feel 'Cause that's just you, baby
so cold Don't you know it's alright Sometimes you just got to show how you feel Cause that's you baby Hell, you're so real You always know just who
I would never diss my own Mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin' But put yourself in my position, just
few fools wanna slang, would you Tell them bitches they sang or would you Lie to get that thang 'cause they gameless Them aimless, niggas get extinguished But they're just muthafuckas got
gone midnight an I'm half past sinning Got a dark heart wicked with my ras clart lyrics I'm a bad boy you don't wanna start no shit with [Chorus] We ain't got
hinges No gimmicks, just a crew of driveby shooters Coupe de Ville swoopers, looters and Stax loopers I started off way back sick with a mentality Wicked got
deep it bellows But these cellos, help just to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over These cold
