Перевод: 7A3. Mad Mad World.
is walkin the nation, takin boys and girls And all I say to myself is it's a mad, mad world It's a mad, mad world, whether poor or rich Because you'
go bezerker than a fed-up post-office worker A merk her with a Mossberg I'm pissed off get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter Squirted a frankfurter For a
get more close to me This is where your love is supposed to be [Verse 7 : Rampage] I pull up to the house in a pink Lamborghini It's been a few months
and get more close to me This is where your love is supposed to be [Verse 7 : Rampage] I pull up to the house in a yellow Lamborghini It's been a few
The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality How can I
and the sorrow The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love) I'm a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor, And all the above All the above [x7] [Verse 3
mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatI
pain and the sorrow The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love) I'm a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor And all the above All the above (x7
come back stop messin' with my head She was my summer love Then it got serious She moved back to her momma?s And got delirious She went back with her ex Kept me a secret Then gets mad
gonna harass me Ask me the same ol' bullshit questions Knowin' I'm a thug with bud for days Keepin' a pistol in my possession But a thuggish ruggish
have ya noddin like ya hopped out 3 Time for the O-A-Kiz-a we folks all day Ager, Sneek an the B.A. put him in the trunk wit a bump, an we Mobb throught
The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society Actuality, it's a formality How can I
stress to this just keep god first in your life even when it feels like he aint blessin it if u get mad like i get mad then you be mad like everyday
on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This
still in his pants, they never get a chance I tell them I'm alone and I'm only 13 Lookin' for a good time, ya know what I mean? Bring me some Funions and a
rub the heads of black music with a Japanese assistant What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame As I see 'em watching bet There's a
