Chorus 1] It's (it's) be (be) cause (cause) of (of) these drugs I do; that's why I do the things, I do Be.. cause.. of.. these drugs I do; that's why
译文: D12的. 这些药物.
[Plies talking:] Bruh Bruh I know people be looking at me when people be seeing me jumping out of these big wheels They be seing all these diamonds on
bleed Smokin' on that Sour Dies' That Cali weed's So funky we call it cottage cheese I'm in the powered V12 Look at all these females Jockin' me 'cuz
blackmen die for drugs I think back on the way life was Before rock cocaine started runnin thangs And drive-by shootings was a normal thang Before brothers bought Benzes, used to drive Mustangs 12
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age of 12 And it changed the way I felt Plus the way I raised myself It never taught me shoot a gun Or go and buy drugs It taught me how to keep it real
Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent you Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges I got these kids
a dope dealer This is the Cherokee 4 wheeler if I was sellin' drugs To all of the street thugs yo, I don't mean to brag But I'd be drivin' in a Jag I
And they all cost bro, triple your house, d*** Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi', call me anythin' but broke All I need is V12 n*** I can cook coke I'm
niggas is riders Gon' off purple sky dust We ain't no hoes nigga so don't try us We makin' hits while these boys throwin' fists We still gettin' rich while these
in my own rhymes So niggaz whisper when they mention Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure Moms sent me to go play with the drug
life, oh I can feel it in the night time I say the Lord gave life, but these niggas wanna take mine I heard it through the grapevine They have to feel, they'd
back of record companies Blow em up if they ain't want me The national guard They scared to hunt me I love beef I got you hoes duckin' me A drug thief Bitch I'll take your marijuana These
But nothing compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I've been to mushroom mountain Once or twice but who's countin' But nothing compares To these
the back of record companies Blow 'em up if they ain't want me The national guard, they scared to hunt me I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me A drug thief, bitch, I'll take your marijuana These
But nothing compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I've been to Mushroom mountain Once or twice but who's countin' But nothing compares To these
cellular Yo Big Noyd! I can't cope (What up cuzin'?) With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope Yo, it's the R, a double P, E, R, N, O, Y, D Niggas
