had enough? (Had enough) Oh oh, can't you see, I've had enough? (Had enough) Oh oh, can't you see, I've had enough? (Had enough) Baby, I've had enough
译文: 大先生. 受够了.
ain't a case of right or wrong I'll put myself back up where I belong Chorus: Oh_can't you see I've had enough had enough I've had enough I don't forget
ain't a case of right or wrong I'll put myself back up where I belong Chorus: Oh- Can't you see I've had enough had enough I've had enough I don't
, I fuckin' feel you They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there's nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems
up shake to keep my clientele tight Before long, I had customers out the ass buyin' flippers Bearskin coats, tight ropes and fat slippers Fresh fade daily, I had
But bein' real ain't really always what n****z make it to be I never thought we'd make it and I'd have n****z hatin' a G I got enough s*** that I deal
't big we'll turn this to a Suge Knight, let's swim in alcohol and hop up on our red kush fly. I'm Mr. Big, bitch! Yeah! Chorus: This goes out to my
ski slope Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money but they be broke My man went to Moorehouse and had a strong flow So I had
! I used to know this girl that slanged the green shit Had it all goin' on, but it didn't mean shit She wanted to be a star, with big cars And all the
killing each track I rhyme on You had tights on like you had nylons on Boogie banga funked out panty stainer Ghetto enough to get TV reception with
bombs Welcome to the Slim Shady Mecca, Rebecca It's the village in New York, right next to the TriBeCa That's my sector, homosexual dissector Come again, rewind selector I said nice rectum, I had
Eighty something million records worldwide later I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator Haters getting mad, they done had enough of Shady You slay me, nothing you say matters enough
This black coup is V-12 as far as year I'm been rappin', reppin' the D-12, ask Proof As far as tears My face ain't big enough to relate How many bodies
I will still keep the heat in my pants, uh Y'all be nice to the crack heads, everybody listen up I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough Word life to big
the heat in my pants, uh [Ghostface Killah] Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough Word life to big
can smother If I ever fell I'd bounce back like rubber I'm rough and tough, all that stuff, call my bluff You can't enough of Mr. Big Stuff, let it flow
