best of what I got, ow I wanna love you 'round the clock (Best of what I got) Oh, you get the best of what I got (Best of what I got) Ow, that's right
Übersetzung: Bad English. Best Of What I Got.
girl leave that shit alone You aint Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone? I rip your tissue out your ear Spittin' like I don't care My hair look like I
, girl leave that shit alone You aint Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone? I rip your tissue out your ear Spittin like I don't care My hair look like I
W:] Oh? [J:] And anyway, I mean, oh Jesus, I'm gonna go away and interview Roland. I mean, Jesus, what a bunch of fuckin' bullocks. [J:] What a fuckin
I got the Malibu [Kurupt] I got the Orange weed [Tash] We got Catash and Kurupt 'Bout to fuck it up I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in
follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow I'ma follow... Just do what ya feel and we gon' follow Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow Just do what
best friend turnin into your enemy How can this be? Lost everything I had Went from good to bad I'm in the hood Most of the time I'm sad So I can't smile
I'm keepin my humanity cuz I ain't goin out (us niggaz always keep activity) niggaz say I'm crazy but to others I'm just nutty cuz I dont give a damn,
like General Custard I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin' it hard And havin' bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards First of all, I'm the E of
chest to feet I'm talking reckless. What you expect nigga, I'm flexing, Y'all dyslexic, got a nigga twisted. Never shot a nigga, I don't gotta get convicted, Cause if I
: And anyway, I mean, oh Jesus, I'm gonna go away and interview Roland. I mean, Jesus, what a bunch of fuckin' bullocks! J: What a fuckin' bunch of bullocks
at me! I'm 10 years out of college, And I always thought... [Kate] What? [Brian] No it sounds stupid. [Kate] Oh c'mon! [Brian] When I was little, I thought I
me! I'm 10 years out of college, And I always thought... [Kate] What? [Brian] No it sounds stupid. [Kate] Oh c'mon! [Brian] When I was little, I thought I
I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all When it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad, y'all When it comes to the pen
ya birthday/ and ya real name/ like yo Kane/ and I still throw record lies/ and I flip pounds/ and I don't mean excise/ I make Nigga upset when I rhyme
leave that shit alone You aint Erykah Badu, what I look like Tyrone? I rip your tissue out your ear Spittin' like I don't care My hair look like I
sick shit I'm SAYING I got more GAME than a panhandler on a TRAIN Huh, it's rare if I don't catch props I'm the Ak I tear that ass out the frame like
