im thinking.. Where'd you go Nobody likes you Everyone left you they're all out without you havin fun Everyone left you nobody likes you they're all out without you
Übersetzung: Green Day. Niemand mag dich.
My 2 G Unit Nigga You Don't Know Me, And I Don't Know You, You Think You Know My Crew G Unit I'll Send A Nigga That You Thought You Knew To Come Through
don't want you to cry [Hussein Fatal] I stay sharp as always Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways Dumpin crews like two's, ni**a all day
leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug s**t You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission Like right now, 30
niggas clown bring a pound when they posten bail smokein' blunts in tha driveway my four-five screamin fuck tha police won't fly away, thug, till I die you
down like snitches, sheisty like bitches They gotta realize that it's five of the realest Every time that I turn arouuuund Somebody all up in my business Actin like you
you do, do Sweet Jane, I'm so into you (I'm so into you) Can't nobody tell me nothin that'll make me stop messin with you They keep tellin me you're bad
four of us remain in this thang And we like "just pick up the album man" and I bet they refrain, from all of their claims You know that we still the shit
for the war Nigga I'm America's Most Barely coast ta coast If you ready for whateva you can ride wit me But if you lie ta me and don't die for me Look
wid no money You won't see me when I've said it And if some come run only to visit No muse so if I told you would you tell me like you did it? I hate
Double up nigga what you need? We got weed to get P.O.Ded Fiend for the green leaves Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low Cause the po-po
You Tried To Leave Me All Fortied Up You Got Me Fucked Up No Doubt, I'm Blowin' Up Wrappin' The Crack And The Dice Like When I Did On Brackland And
day As long as I'm drunk, you're never gonna hear me complain Hey, hey, I'm the last Beastie Boy With my dick in a girl's mouth like a squeaky toy In
a blast and you clean up your act And try to make somethin' of it, don't listen to the haters And if you got a passion, then you follow it if you love
brim low, nobody's seein' me I got a dutch rolled full of that greenery Hoppin' out the scenery and spittin' the best So hot you'll melt like the wicked
matter 'bout your skill, ain't nobody gonna listen Unless you know someone, cause its steady politicking [Verse Two] Ever since day one I never rhymed for green never had nobody
time Pick a crew homie You a neon to save time Bitches like you always spittin' the same rhymes We put you all to shame You never went through the same grind Put you