had given him the extra key All this time he was standing there He never took his eyes off me It wasn't me It wasn't me ...
译文: 德州. 这不是我.
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't
it came It came all the way from Texas With a sad and simple face And they signed it on the bottom From the late great Johnny Ace, yeah, yeah, yeah It
Yeah, it?s like wakin? up from a bad dream (America) Just to figure out you wasn?t dreamin? in the first place If all I saw was gangsters comin? up as
it's flour, sheep rock or some powder soap He went to his car to go and get it and never came back Oh shit, I wasn't with it, got me real mad Now that
rest Went from the shorts to the projects, the ones in the hilltop I like it in the hood but that wasn't my bus stop I made it out to Dallas, mob pimpin
then I fucked the twins, Sharon and Karen Went straight for the panties, but they wasn't wearin 'em Don't ask me who I fucked first, it ain't my fault
fan I ain't tripping, you can play it again Don't fight the feeling, life is me I rock shows in Nashville, Tennessee It wasn't "Hee Haw," so don't laugh
right, that's right do yo' thang baby, do yo' thang Yeah and it don't quit but bitch please get yo' hand off my grip Now that's right and it don't stop
blazed it but that ain't all she blew Hey, I got knocked off on the bar And my room got knocked off in the car Gave it to me until I reached
how my dick head is Flow infectious, give me ten seconds I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas It's funny how wasn't nobody interested 'Til
air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha
the doors You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe I kept it real because to me it's
ain't a nigga, it's a pussy I'm juckin (juckin) Alex haley, rasta roots soil (soil) The beginning, and it's over (over) It wouldn't make sense if things wasn't
to those couple of hoes damn you and you payin' them hoes and that wasn't complementray mode it's like that and that's the way that it goes, bitch
a front This is just gimmicks to sell my records The people don't have to know I mean really, that's just me, even though we're soft Me and my friends
