译文: DOA. 性交了宝贝.
your mind's like a beer bottle filled with butts. chorus: you're fucked up baby. you're fucked up baby. you're fucked up baby. you're fucked up baby.
someone else I took a piss and dismiss it, like fuck it And I went and found somebody else Fuck arguing or harvesting the feelings Yo, I'd rather be by my fucking
waist up And I ain't, wettin' no parts you can't touch with makeup Mr. Jacob without the Ladder It don't matter, clap your wake up and do a shakeup Nobody
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
bride, the dippin' of the groom The shit that make a nigga up and leave up out a room More like, boohoo then boo, fuck who? Well, fuck you too Fuckin
, coolin' with my fellow Hustlers, players, super bitch layers Mackaronies on the true D L hell, most Fuckin' with my niggas, you could end up ghost I made a
they show love It's an event whenever I shows up The money it goes up, day by day And baby, pricks should never say my name I came, from a place where
got bottles over here Kush is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.) Bithces over there... we good (O. D. O. D.) Money on the floor we good O.D. O.D everybody
's the Crip side Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play I cut so much you thought I was a DJ Two, one, yep, three S N, double O, P D O, double
chorus) you like it when i back that ass up on you? (50 cent) ooh, baby i like it, i like it when i work that ass, that ass (50 cent) baby i like it
connected Locally accepted Roc'-a-fella records Don't get it confused (Roc', baby) Doin' what we do (It's the Roc', baby) B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O
fucking ridiculous Cars for the misses and furs for the mistress You know that shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous You know this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous Fucking
it was just the other night, had another dream about you You told me to get up, I got up I spread my wings and I flew You gave me a reason to fight,
up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up See the money ain't a thang I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Eight or nine on a boy, holla at your boy Killa, holla Listen it's the D.I.P, boy, plus the R.O.C, boy You'll be D.O.A, boy, your moms will say, "Oh
freak me baby I fuck you crazy, then I'm gone Baby don't really want me to get up and leave off that easy She'll be wakin' up wet for sheezy Remind
o.r.e., I'm still good in the bed now And we can break up, move on and don't make up The last kiss or none of that, like a running back Got a little cheeba
