dad is something I don't have to do, I get to. I, I get to. {Chorus} I get to wake up early. I get to go to work. I get to make an honest living to
Übersetzung: Blue County. I Get To.
these days helpin' dad I don't have to do I get to I get to I get to wake up early I get to go to work I get to make an honest living put my hands down
I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin I see no justice All I
on the track and I'm a really let a muthafucka feel it, when I do it, how I do it, what I do If a nigga really wanna test (come and test), you can bet
I been around it) We gon' high to this (and diners, and restaurants, I don't know) Yeah... yo... [Ghostface Killah:] Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from
Niggas tuck they chain in ha ha ha I love it make this fuck niggas Tuck they chain in Gucci You know how we do, baby I want to tell you ahh My nigga
starts to travel Now I'm handcuffed Being asked information on my gang affiliation I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes And I'm a victim of neighborhood crime I
a beast But I'm the first nigga ta holler out {PEACE, BLACK MAN} I beat my wife and children to a pulp When I get drunk and smoke dope Got a bad heart
killin for the summertime I gotta get another nine, even though I'm colorblind [KAM] I'm fresh outta county on bail And no sooner do I get out, seems like I
the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free
boat I hate to grin about the girls I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 yo I got a whole lot Stright pimpin, cant stop this So when I get low on dough, I make my hoe'
Coolin' in the county; shoot (???) But damn I miss home [Chorus 4x:] I can't.. forget New Jersey [Verse 1: Queen Latifah] When I think of home I think
: (chorus) I said you don't really wanna go, I can tell But I'm gone take you anyway what the hell So come on get on in the ride And let me take you
rubies to the dial they 'gon really hate us I inherited gang bangin from my mother And what I didn't get from her I picked up watchin colors [Chorus:
When we lived in the photograph There was nothing left To stem the overflow Fallen angels get torn apart I can take the pain but I cannot take it slow I
magistrate dressed in blue suede Lost all of our cash on a roll of the bones Had to pawn that ring just to get back home [Chorus] In a cheap motel on the county
.. My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise! All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise! Miami, I gotchu, I promise!! I'ma take over this bitch! I promise!! So get