译文: 贸商司. 生活方式.
is leeches You probably mad cuz I be sexin divas I should pull this pistol out and make you touch your sneakers I'm on some cool out shit, but I will
of sympathy,(I'm running out of sympathy) I never said I'd take this, I never said I'd take this lying down. She says, "C'mon c'mon, Lets just get
it ain't about the money, Puff, I just don't care (That's right) I'm that Good fella fly guy, sometimes wise guys Spend time in H A W A I I (Mase, can
(we raw) if pimp was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon) Got game for days - betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me I likes to play (I likes to play) Drop
a shorty and a girl who'd comin' out of BWI I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die It's gonna happen
with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I
Didn't know where we were going. Didn't care Didn't ask Word Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C. Called up my posse
task Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time
this business Ain't gettin' their proper loot You know what I'm sayin'? Check the technique Everybody talkin' 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same Suckers
ain't nothin' man I ain't with it Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.A. South Central, I live life the fly way Used to bang and hustle but I traded for
I sold out cause I rocked with the B.C. Y'all are bitches, you're straight wack Quick to talk shit, but always behind the back I do whatever I wanna
a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
And I'ma kick this slang until the day I die I can't go straight, I won't even try I'm stuck in the game, so don't ask me why It's life in L.A. I low
't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be breathin And I ain't leavin, so ... Suck yourself! (Suck yourslef!) You don't kill! (You don't kill!) I
O. D. O.D.) Bithces over there... we good (O. D. O. D.) Money on the floor we good O.D. O.D everybody know me [Travis McCoy:] Oh no Travie high on life
grows in Brooklyn Some how some way I gotta make it up out the hood someday Some how some way I gotta make it up out this life, c'mon Some way I gotta
visits my home, nigga I'm gone c'mon C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock C'mon that's right Life is all about guns and roses
