Перевод: O-Town. All Or Nothing (Live).
, till there is nothing left for your mama East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride Hitting switches in the Cadillac, getting thru real high 'Cos we live
nipples Wait There's been a slaughter here (Don't stop to speak or look around Your gloves and fan are on the ground We're getting out of town We're
dollar homes Inside the Carter Cookin' 36 zones 36 O's and I break 'em all down In and out of every trap All through the A-town The Embassy A.M.G. Young
Nine albums out, ain't changed my talk A thousands hoes walked on I'm still a dogg Ain't changed nothing but the hoe that I'm fucking Still riding through the hood all
m still in the game All my life all I wanted was a few hoes If I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor sto' Ain't nothin but street life, fuck that school All
living like an Oak town mack I'm in the house y'all, I'm like peeser, y'all Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y'all Or get slapped, put up your dukes
town and all you wanna do is find your way back around and don't stop till the night fades away, coz you only live once don't just party away. 2 o'
Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high 'Cuz we live
this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying All my partnas, all
-I-E-G-O, E-G-O San Diego S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O San Diego S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O San Diego S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O San Diego, Southern California Though
gutter Right next to Jam Town's mother I'm eating dead rats in the street I keep on checking for my own heart beat Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five
about my other boo, comin through My dimepiece teachin summer school, part time At night, honey was a stripper Givin cats lap dances, the money was quicker Mid town Manhattan crib, shorty live
child never got to see All the pretty things in life Had him put away, nothing they could say Could ever make the pieces fit Aw well, Daddy-o was rich
'll be back in the town Stash box down with the mack in the pound I'm with G-Unit, c-unit Nigga you?re not ballin? on a G2 jet Everything you wanna ever do you need D O
t need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day
the Havoc Ain't nuttin' soft or sweat, I lift you off your feet When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat Ain't nothing soft or sweet, I lift you