Dead
Übersetzung: Curl Up and Die. Dead.
of colors and shit On the dance floor, openin' up rubbers and shit And I'm tongue kissin' with somebody else bitch And I hear voices sayin', "YoU cAn
with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up [?Hit the mob dope?] So whats up Punk You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and
wanna copy these many flows Hoes, better back up, foe they get slapped up Pack up and go tell mommy, that I backed up you You you you, and your whole
3: And Elephant Man then, ugly like a ape and come a pass dem remarks dem Seh mi foot maaga and favor drumstick dem And mi locks curl up like some
all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn, 'Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies." Ruby just smiled and
and the skys over Kingston lighting up For the new generation rising up, of youths now a days weh dem sighting up And through reasoning dem biding up, Searching for the sign and
: (Bowie) She?d walk through the door and she?d set up the drinks on the house She played a good game of darts, and the men slapped her back And
is beyond me This curse behind my eyes My dead disguise don't work so well Transparent to the world But in my heart, if it bothers me I'd kill myself and curl
: Dead.. Baby Dick Fuck Baby Dick Fuck Take your fat tongue! And curl it into a 'U', You take and unborn child who knows not what you do Chorus: Baby
the gat bust Four jheri curl niggaz kickin up dust And some of them are even lookin up to us Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss Giving up much
Dr. Dre, and Yella. But if they were smart as me, Eazy E would be hangin' from a tree. With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline. Light 'em up, burn 'em up
your woman like you wanna Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin on the corner She got caught by the curls and the jewels Lookin for a nigga
dead Thoughts in my head Of mothers and fathers who look at me And I can feel the hatred in their in eyes And it's cold And children are nothing but them
of and it bounced on the floor Carnival land up the alley (alley, alley) Then we landed in Sunny Valley (Jumpin up and down on a richies head) And now
the north and south. You better adjust your place in this world...Before your hair, it starts to curl...and the yellow, red, and Black of this world will tear your ass and
rake the leaves, and in the summer I cut the weeds When a funeral comes the people cry and pray They bury their dead, then they all go away And here
