Übersetzung: DITC. Day One.
underworld role model D.I.T.C. we be them cats to tomorrow [Chorus] [O.C.] Holdin it down for D.I.T.C niggas stink like feces Goin against raw dogs
U.P.T. I creep, and get bent with VL Street I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang Far as they
one more time one more time (Ed, Ed..) I like that.. my man, Rich Crash is on the set The engineer, we don't wanna say all-star cause we ain't down with
a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Lana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be
foutre, I don?t rime for ya Rep for ya Slang for ya Mais j'reste original for ya And I go? Refrain I got (a lot of skills dans mes baggys boy) I got (
what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number I got a fuckin gang of weed to
Jordan's, cause they dope I got a girl and I love her but she broke too And so am I, I can't take her to the place she wanna go to So we argue and
Pac] I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations I don't got no motherfuckin explanations, y'knahmsayin? It's the thug in me Don't be askin why I
] I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations I don't got no motherfuckin explanations, y'knahmsayin? It's the thug in me Don't be askin why I'm
If I was committed to suicide I'd fuck around meet you now put it down, I'd testify Ain't nobody here to understand the reason why It's you and I, so
don't) (Wanna C Me, but ya won't) (Come to C Me, but ya Can't) (ooohhh, You Can't C Me) (You Can't C Me) (Right between your eyes, you'll never
, I lost some money nigga) Aw nigga, damn [Verse One: 2Pac] Now I'm up early in the mornin breath stinkin as I'm yawnin Just another sunny day in California I
innocent child I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules Now papa ain't around, so I gotta recall or
: I don't give a fuck They done push me to the limit the more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
you got? I rock that on Monday, you'll have that one day! Follow my footsteps you know I move proper So what you got a chopper? Nigga I got a chopper
I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C. This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend Mad
I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you WHEN shells hit you, you screamin' Think I'm playin'? I mean it Man, I done
