Got a tattoo Got it colored in with blue 'Cuz it's a picture on your cold, sad face And now it's true We're probably better off apart And we knew it from
Got a tattoo Got it colored in with blue Cuz it's a picture of your cold, sad face And now it's true We're probably better off apart And we knew
译文: 床. ð下降.
man The pole man, the shoeshine man I'm a nigger man, watch me dance I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen Evil E makes the records spin Islam drops
, I'm livin' la vida rapido Die young, but fuck it, we flew first class Turned you to a rich bitch by your first glass Up in this bitch and we lit up
it Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage
a fifth and we lit in a doorway here Clair, stickin' up tha sto' What did you think I'm scared? There you are What did you think I'd bring you down?
I only had sixteen more bars to live I'd get high and hopefully O.D. on an alternative I'd give a dim lit dream, a color scheme And I'd swim for the
niggas get shot at So you'd better pop back or your ass getting dropped, black 'Cause niggas lay you on your back fast So you'd better grab a gat and
Mickey D's First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't? Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's Lit off the
the pain stops 'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and rain drops Tear drops in the pillow on my bed Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather
juice Up for abuse, when electric currents are induced So suck along, rock on, the brain waves What you clocking, I'd be dropping the bomb, you get maimed
And shoved me and my baby brother my mother's way And comin home late every night I used to hear him grabbin momma by the neck, lookin for fights Lit
attacked me Kid you not, I'm lit up as f-ck, tablecloth tucked in my pants Then I'm hearing dishes drop, 'cause I walked away from my dinner with schmucks
someone tries our patience (But I wish it would stop and let me off right now) I hang with a bunch of hippies And wacky tobacco planters Who swallow lit
Called Dinco D but he's not home Drop another quarter into the phone Call Busta Rhymes, what's up my man? (Having a party, understand?) Where's Dinco D, you know, the D
