I've had enough okay And I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why I don't know Why are we so low And why should we explain Why are we the ones you blame So
Übersetzung: Dope. So Low.
enough I've had enough okay And I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why I don't know Why are we so low And why should we explain Why are we the ones you blame So
to sorta claim my fame so Please don't ask the question how low can you go And as for traditional rappers and MC's The Godfather sings please please please to your parents, so
a damn cannon so Fans catch us on Animal Planet, tracking hoes And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa My dick hates sweaters so she
cannon so fans catch us on animal planet, trackin ho's and attackin faster than foes can change the channel, woah my dick hates sweaters so she jackin
so tough Tough until ya heartbeat stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so
, need (that's right) She rollin my blunt, blunt (yeah) Bitch hand me my weed, weed... {*growls*} I'm so ghetto, I'm so, I'm so ghetto On the low, I creeps
it Nah I don't wanna talk about it [50 Cent] These niggaz police Go 'head, ask me what I'm ridin in so I can say the Enzo My bitch roll down the window so
make a broke nigga take somehting so I gotta keep that fo fifth with no safety button G-unit get that money I no some artists is starvin so play the
and The Forty By My Phone Clip I'm On The Edge, Fuck Around, and Get Your Dome Split A Long Mission, I Remember Being Homeless So In The Kitchen With
all day long But they wrong, so I'm solo (so low) and so broke Saving up for some Jordan's, cause they dope I got a girl and I love her but she broke
: In the life we live as thugs, Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas
Times goes on, and everybody grows Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays In many ways we were paid in the old days So
: [Chorus:] I take grams of coke, Mix it with lactose, that's what I do! Streeetcchh... I make a ounce of dope With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm
The women on my life bring confusion shit SO like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggaz around me so