I just got off of work The sun is shining bright Got my paycheck in my left hand And my crotch in the right Got a half tank of gas And a girl that likes
Übersetzung: Ruhe. Get My Mind Right.
right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here
I couldn't cry Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket let me get my dead homies high Come follow me throughout my history, it's just
Chorus:] Smile n**** my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile n**** my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile n**** my next album might
meet a million pretty girls that know my name But don't you worry, cause you have my heart It ain't easy to keep on moving city to city Just get up and
up I hit'em up, he said he'll come right through He got the L.A., L.A., I said I'll be right through I finally got my blunt, I'm feeling so good But
the grind My mental be stressed on my pistol my only untensil for cheddar It's on the level war Whatever my mind is my church and my kids or my pleasure
look good But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch (ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!) Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog) You're a stank ass hoe Tryin to get
is around you Say "Baby, I love you" If you ain't running games Say my name, say my name Say my name, yeah Say my name, say my name
inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food
chalice Checking my textes and out of nowhere, my dick is hard as a callus I stood up, pulled back my sleeve, checked my watch Where the, fuck is my
strategic mind frame My dialogue's rebellious raid and razor fame Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a ninja bike Show my love to the God he peeled
truth now That pretty mole above your lips looking cute now Ooh child, I'm patient, my mind's telling me To stay calm, I wanna get it off like a G bomb
W. L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you Then I transform like a Decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don't stay calm So panic Others can'
through all obstacles They say I'm fuckin' up the minds of little kids But half of my fans are in college P.M.R.C. suck my dick, please You can kiss my
