eight months, son Checked my pockets, but I knew I had none They took away my license They said I can't drive Said that I should thank them I'm "lucky
Übersetzung: DRI. Busted Again.
city of niggas that follow, the thangs I do, the way I walk, the way I talk, the shit I buy, the shit I bought see I gets more pussy than cotex, I sport
mission my competition no longer beefin I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin [Chorus] [Young Noble] Make sure I hold my
s a lie, so give this Thug a try I'd rather be ya nigga [Chorus: 2Pac] I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day It
Chrous] [Diamond D] Smack me I'ma smack you back You won't hear D-Squeezy if the track is wack Me and `X-Man? once again back to back I'm a fly ass nigga
Pot I Bet Its Raw (Pitbull Talkin Spanish Donat Get It) Evernything Dat I Do Do, Everything Dat I Say Say Everywhur Dat I Go I Let Em Know, Hey I From
balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls I'ma pit bull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw (what?) Split y'all, holla, "It's on!" Then I diss y'all All
South Central {*LOUD SCREAM*} Whoa, not these niggaz again These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again (Hehe) You and what army could harm me? D-R
't you never say my little girl's name in a song again! Fuckin' punk pussy little bitch! I'll fuck you up boy! Never! Never in your muthafuckin life! I
playing tricks on me I see everything in 3-D, I bust a shot at Mickey D I looked inside his head again, fill him fulla lead again I'm better off dead,
I get homocidous The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists Just another brother from D-E-T-R-O-I-T I pack a Smith and Wesson 'cause I don't know karate I
Flooded wit the double R, real street shit Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon Cuz I don't wear sunblock Ask
Shareefa] I'm not your average girl I be your Bonnie right beside you No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah I'm not your average girl See me without
enemy enemies, enemy, when will I see? enemies, enemy R.I.P. [Verse Two:] Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya? J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda
Meet me on the street? I'm the nicest brother you meet Confusing sometimes, the way I bust a rough rhyme You might think I'm lying, cool I like that I
When hip-hop was just cuts and beats I seen _Wildstyle_, dug the scene I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on - know what I mean? I started crashin rap contests
