dust off the severed senses And pull things so closely now It does not matter It does not matter And then you walk away But I will still be here, yeah
see me now we dust off the severed senses and pull things so closely now it does not matter. And then you walk away but I will still be here and when
Перевод: Hundred Reasons. Все еще буду здесь.
would see me now we dust off the severed senses and pull things so closely now it does not matter. And then you walk away but I will still be here and
you could get with this Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's My time to shine and I'm still payin dues And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news
dolla bill yall fell its really enough to kill yall I might fall but I get right back up and still ball stil raw still get down with the buck bang
time) Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been I been, I been here for the culture
decals and anything else they'd sell us And I bought a couple postcards "Greetings from the twine ball, wish you were here" Won't the folks back home be
So I'll go And keep getting stronger on the way... CHORUS: Not today, maybe not tomorrow Everything in time I am here for joy, I am here for sorrow There is a reason
I surprise and blow Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw The caboose, I'm even hard to be
Mayne You the next best thang I'm the hottest mayne You Talk that shit I'm bout it mayne We way over here Up out your range Don't try to be G that
nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit Glass and metal in every direction Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon and reason
the reason for the harassment And the questions they askin', or the ice grills they get When I'm passin' or may be its my fault 'Cause I be out all
get it quick to your head, lil' mama I don't think you wanna fuck with me Keep it trill, keep it gangsta, pimpin' keep it hundred Before a nigga be
up, shit got me bent up It's time to celebrate, but wait my niggas ain't here My father ain't here, pun ain't here It don't seem life is treating me
and made it raw Anyway you've played it, we've played it before in '84 Every show, a hundred thousand people or more Famous still give us tours and we be
'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill Still money ain't shit, I make major deal Better ring the alarm, here
