Übersetzung: Doa. Bombs Away.
hey, get out of my way just got back from the u.s.a. take a look at the t.v. screen see the visions of the western dream. a war fought with compassion a
a gun) (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard ni**az in Michigan, (M.O.B ni**a, M.O
guns - I'm D, man! (YEEEEAH!) [gunshot] [Chorus: 50 Cent] I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that! I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout
watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She
me with that bomb bud Now roll me up a huddah, I'm about to hit the bud Cuz, you know a friend with weed is a friend indeed But a friend without a doubt
body snatch you money grip I smoke the honey dip blunts cherry bomb very calm First bursts like a shot from the Berry homes you'd be most wise to pay
what he livin is a lie He commercial its only 10 seats on them planes that we fly Plus im fly And no exaggeration but im so high fuck a plane Ill get
crack babies I think of bomb shit like my brain was made outta M-80s (caviar) I flow 16 Pablo Escobar perverse perversion' so fat my dick got a double
be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a
I think of bomb shit like my brain was made outta M-80s (caviar) I flow 16 Pablo Escobar perverse perversion' so fat my dick got a double chin My MCin
a cat Now tally-ho and away we go See you next week with a brand new show I want the bomb I want that O.G. back There's a party going on in my head While
win Serve a crew, kill a few niggas, 'til the end I mean, I'm a fiend for superior green And all my life I got advice from a superior team I gotta stay
a groupie (She just a groupie) She was just a groupie She was just a groupie (All she wanted was Snoopy) She was just a groupie (Just a groupie) She was
world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y Chorus It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
To go away on a summer?s day Never seemed so clear A vegetarian since the invasion She?d never seen the word BOMBS She?d never seen the word BOMBS blown
a Friday night, and I wanted to go out to a brand new club in town, a discotheque I'd heard about through a friend of mine who told me the place was a