stains on the sofa Son of a bitch She left the weave in the shower Son of a bitch You see I caught them on camera Son of a bitch I saw her kissin' his
Перевод: Lady Saw. Сукин сын.
Lunatics! E.I [The Teamsters] I was forced to live the crazy life Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like But a son know my Pop's didn't raise
This is a stroy about a man comin' in Findin' his woman in bed with, well, listen It's 2 a.m, I'm just gettin' in, 'bout to check my message No one has
There was a story About a man comin' in Findin' his woman in bed with Well, listen It's 2 a.m., just gettin' in, about to check my message No one has
darlin' you make me loose composure Fragments of a million me Scattered across the floor to a certain degree Where, I had to give your mama a call And
Like bitch with stocks and bonds In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm Tell a nigga I'm like flex I drop the bomb You come to war with a switch blade
lightening Bitch, its thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain
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
my shit swelling and expanding A one way trip down south, a crash landing Right in your pink fun I get the job done Daddy was a pistol and I'm a son of a
and expandin. A one way trip down south. The crash landin. Right in your pink fun. I get the job done. Daddy was a pistol and I'm a son-of-a-gun. As I
a n***a need them/ Prospect for a jack/ Then you can squeeze them/ To his head/ Left him deader than a doorknob/ Chose to rob/ He should have got a muthaf
Dipper, swig liquor, big liver Now that you home watch the shit differ, I dig nigga Soon as a nigga whisper, believe we jiggin' Jigga He Elton Brand in a
trace of the face, now they drew a print Though I'm innocent, 'til proven guilty I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty For real
mad like a bitch 'Cuz they shit ain't droppin' hits Rule 7, aww naw, now that should've been 1 Don't eva leave the house without being strapped wit a
-a-bitch) She left her weave in the shower (son-of-a-bitch) See I got them on camera (son-of-a-bitch) I saw her kissing his shoulder (son-of-a-bitch) '
a whore a house wife. But I dam sure tried even when she lied. Now I'm sittin here starin at this plate of grits. Thinkin about goin put a bullet in that bitch
How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hit Then spit that classical L.A. N.W.A. shit The media is bullshit, now we can't even say bitch
