from now on, this is a joke When he sees the skin rough on me Play low, from now on, this is a joke Can I see the skin rot on a dog stray's hide
Перевод: Тротуар. From Now On.
Dammit Memphis on da scene They sippin' syrrup and ridin' clean On da block we buy (some beans)?? These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans You know these hoes be on
some sense in my mind Some defense from the cold that I'm feeling outside and for a minute Escape with some rhythm and rhyme and Get away from the
f/ Nikki Yeah... ma gurl get in at 1:15 am The guitar's cryin right now Just a couple things goin on in my life, you know [Verse 1] Brim leanin, cup
now We gettin read now, bitch my nigga dead now And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now I shoulda said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds
room without windows Away from the sun, no oxygen I couldn't tell if it was day or night Away from the sun, growing nowhere fast Rushing along on the pavement
coffin, Giving up is jumping in. Straight forward, sun on the dashboard, This dead-end town I'll leave behind. Wide-open, miles of pavement, Away from
to the pavement Nigga [Chorus: DJ Paul] Why yall Test My Gangsta These bitches Test My Gangsta (Repeat 8x) Cuz it's on now Nigga yeah it's on now (Repeat
the city Rap: "come on, everybody let's have some fun The streets are on fire so blame it on the sun In the summertime, the streets and the mix So pound the pavement
it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good now It's like
been down here before Product of my East Decatur home 'Cause I was in the cold tryna keep my toes unfroze Now I'm in your house, now I'm in your stove Now
comin' in And never goin' out From Chuck Taylors on the pavement with the blammers out Then I hit the league straight out the streets with no talent scout And now
and die young Live fast and die young Live fast and die young Livin' fast, now it's all in the rags Hard-headed, but my top peelin' back Tinted glass on
son your Jack ringin, "What up? Who this?" "Jakes just knocked your bitch", "Word up no shit" Now my first thoughts is the feds had my phone tapped Toted on
cause I'm stuck on dookie mountain Fifty guns open fire, blood spray like a fountain Now our bodies all shredded, shots blaze right through me We're done-er than done, done in by the dookie Trouble on
bugged Nigga want to get drugged Nigga really want to get fucked up Pump pump put them in a trunk Now watch them fall down to the pavement
