译文: 原声音乐（其他音轨）配乐. 身体灵魂[oftb].
fix Dying slow and can't seem to kick the habit Shot up so much dope I can't fing a good vein But when I ain't high my whole bodys in pain So everyday
Project kids three niggas living on the edge In other words we're damn near dead But hunters don't choke we go for broke And y'all thought it was over They say it ain't
And I ain't from Compton Straight up Watts! [x4] [Paris] "Attitude but I ain't from Compton" Straight up Watts! [x4] [Paris] "Attitude but I ain't from
in our face and we don't give a fuck about you niggas cos y'all hate us You're haters, like the Gators, we ain't bustin our heads Puttin it down on this
say 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
my driver Lauren, thats 62 with curtains cant see shit, I don't know where the f-ck I'm at for certain when it boils down, I'm just a T.O n-gga but bitches
as ever and theres something Yall should know Told ya that I wasnt playin So in I go! Have you ever seen me and rock cities Live show? All I gotta say is P. T. F. A. O
I'm tired of this shit I'm tired of these silly ass games I can't even look at you no more And I don't think you'll ever understand Until you get a dose
em Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a round into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms I don't
never clockin' out Big bottles we poppin now No telling when we stopping now And I represent the Chic-A-G-O On the track with F-A-B-O You know we [Chorus
to pick a career Guess they plan on sucking somes d-cks until some millions appear Voila! you do it right he might just buy you a car Unless you play these suckers just like B.o.B
No ceilings.. o o ok, i got this chrome on this bugatti Im strong in this bugatti 2 v8?s aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti Bitch I?m
sheets I fucked that bitch, mission complete Real nigga talk gangsta conversation I'm a real nigga, don't fuck wit' imitations Young Money, nigga, ain't no limitations I don't
them But nigga you'd never be fuckin' wit us Me, Short Dog and B-Legit, see first of all homey we the shit And all that other nonsense you other niggaz
we come to town, mayn We rollin' fat with dank, ain't fuckin' with that brown thang To Shorty B and Short, we goin' international Fuck the local fashion show, niggas can't
[Pusha T] Malice found religion, Tony found prison I'm just tryna find my way out this f-cking kitchen a birdseye view got me channelling my vision turn
a field trip double date don't cooperate, kill switch f-ck me and my man, you a real b-tch [Chorus] [Kanye West] Ladies and gentleman it's G.O.O.D music
