I'm only half a man When I'm not by your side I try to make a plan And I don't try to hide So come on over closer to me And everything will be just like
Übersetzung: Amerika. Half A Man.
I'm only half a man When I'm not by your side I try to make a plan And I don't try to hide So come on over closer to me And everything will be
tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade Shit's like a
now!!! When dem a go realize wid hearbs man a advertise When dem a go legalize, hey Di farmer man nuh beg whole heap a bligh When dem a go realize, government
s had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career typical manure moving past that Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act Rubber
wicket Tricky I take a small step now it's a giant stride People say I'm loud why should I hide Only had a small taste so what a waste I quietly observe
give me "Coming to America" spiel, You know what I'm saying? Like "Some guys put in an hour. Some of 'em even an hour and a half, But a man gotta put
So you better play nice, half a bottle and always startin' up a fight (hahahaha) what you gonna do cry? Pat him down (you think you ready man) Melt him
be your man You deserve much more, I'm no good to you shorty [Verse 2] Don't it seem like shit be cool for a month and a half All of a sudden you frontin
in a cell Let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and jury Let me have a trial by fury Cause I done had it up to hear with these man-made laws America
the interstate man And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring Walkin a thin line
America Four small boys playing ball in a parking lot A preacher, a teacher, and the other became a cop A car skidded into the rain Making the last little one a
blessed But y'all don't see the inside of my unhappiness Man I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton That's why you hear me shootin' This real shit off like a
the, yo, on the expressway, suddenly, I un-hit the breaks A mistake, patrol figure just, ran the plates I pull to the shoulder, a half mile ahead The
-tinted like a hearse But wakin' up to life sometimes seems worse And all I ever wanted is to be a better man And I try to keep it real with my homies, man
a officer just call me a sarge Mashing up the country and also abroad Plan to go to america when i get a visa card Tricky But gettin a visa card nowadays
