They're my reasons for getting over this And it's not much better than waking up With your head in your hands And your arms are tired from supporting
Перевод: Get Up Kids. Офф-Вагон.
They're my reasons for getting over this and it's not much better than waking up with your head in your hands, and your arms are tired from supporting
me for? a joke? you smokin crack? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some
backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the neighborhood Pusha Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack On or off
me for, a joke? You smokin' crack? 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground 'Fore I put
jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up fuck around get murdered up, these streets is like
sport I even pick up your shells so you won't get caught Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bums Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs Take the bum clothes off
they found dead in the grass With his dick in his, ass, unless there was more But you won't recall because Micheal Jackson Squeezed up on some little kids
be back tonight He's gonna get another wagon and a good pair of mules And we gonna move to Texas, we just waitin' on you" Coleman's daddy pulled up in
got cotton in the bottom land It's up and growin' and I got a good stand My good wife and them kids of mine Gonna get new shoes, come pickin' time Get
Yeah what's up what's up money It's kool keith You ever go to some girl's house And they act like they livin lavish Two-thousand extreme with space chandeliers
that's just the way it is nigga Killer, Prease, Vacant Lot, Diplomat Killer, family nigga, yo, Killer, yo, yo, yo Where I'm from kids get it hectic but get arrested but get
a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein' 'em get grown Get straight to the root of the problem Get rid of the source that's what what, get rid
kill no kids I'ma turn they lights out Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up All across the board we gonna tear it up We gonna bounce it till the
Do just like Ruth Buzzy Runnin' 'round town Like ya been to jail son But ya hit the swap meet To get your hair and your nail done Get off my sack '
get myself a home There was water in the basement, it looked like a swimming pool The man said, "Son that water'll help to keep your cottage cool" The Welcome Wagon
[thug] I told you this fuckin guy man Yo man, yo B, this is my fuckin block, get the fuck off [Keith] Shut the fuck up You never had a fuckin green card
