in the medicine sold. While they're working for a drug free world they're taking all the money from the working man. So the working man turns to drugs
Übersetzung: Rauch oder Feuer. Cops And Drugs.
is in the medicine sold. While they're working for a drug free world they're taking all the money from the working man. So the working man turns to drugs
BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten' paid You other mothafuckas callin', But me and my mothafuckin' thug niggas, We st8 ballin'!! St8 ballin'! Damned if I don't, and
comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and hire
feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me I'm out the gutter, pick a hero I'm 165 and staying high til I
, Corner blocks on fire, Under covers dressed as feens, Makin so much money, Ride up smooth and fast, Put away the stash, And as I sold the last bag fucked around and
and git somethin How will you make it if you never even try You need to git up, git out and git somethin Cuz you and I got to do for you and I [Cee-Lo
last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something word to mother, i heard him fronting and he be pumping on your block your man gave him your glock and
recessatation A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations I playstations, duck cops and lose agents I'm doctor love, i close curtains and fuck patients When i kick and rip and
crooked cops workin for the system Makin the less fortunate ones out of victims But it's a shame they drop drugs and slugs It's a whiteman's world and
for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes
' to find a motive, why do what I do? The freedom ain't gettin' no closer, no matter how far I go My car is stolen, no registration Cops patrollin' and now they done stopped me And
that the kid spit fire Reality rap, nigga check my salary cap I give guns to my soldiers with a battery pack What you know about light planes and heavy coke And drugs
And can't think without the drink and drugs How many niggas can't get in with hats and sneakers on? Say, ?Fuck security? and get inside and keep them
my BEEEYATCH Hey!, and getten' paid You other mothafuckas callin' But me and my mothafuckin' thug niggas We st8 ballin' St8 ballin' Damned if I don't, and
it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin' to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and