Übersetzung: Drag-On. Erzählen Sie Ihren Freunden.
who did I know your bitch, get at 'em Kiss [Chorus: x2] Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends
friends, tell me where my niggaz at Be friends, tell me where my bitches at Be friends, tell me where my people at Be friends, tell me where my bitches
my boots and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues Well, I'm sailin' on back, ready
gather 'round friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell
So don't get attached, it'll attack every bone in your back Meet Zach, twenty-one years old After hangin out with some friends at a frat party, he gets
Violent J] Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey Well picture this, your nuts burnin that way And a roman candle stickin' in your butthole That
to do If you think I'm sick take a look at yourself You got dead deer heads up on your shelf On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand I'm just
on a highway can probably make you late But a blowout on a icy bridge can have you and your kids in the lake And your family at your wake, praying over
in the myst of a crowd, when shit wasn't good Til I heard your voice out loud, then I lifted it good Doctors wouldn't tell me, the teachers would often
: The insane brain of Q Strange will reign Remember that when I slice your veins You don't wanna fuck with the killa right here I'll tear your legs off
will take your mind Belief in yourself and you will find the truth Inside your mind exiled Don't tell me there is a God Telling me to turn the other cheek Satisfaction based on
back Wearing scars on your sleeve, so exposed to their attack All her friends have pulled the plug on respect and reserve Behind her back they prey on
m cutting corners on these clowns, marijuana and pounds Found with Staten Island niggaz that run up on you with rounds Take a drag, pass it around, guess who back in your
believe what I just read Excuse me, I just vomited Tell your story, it's your call So autobiographical But oh, so trivial Feed the reporter They put it on
suck, call me gone when I nut That's the end of us, get your friend to f**k Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal Niggaz talkin real greasy on some
should have realized, on our second date When you dragged me into the bathroom at Tanika's house And screamed at me for like twenty minutes 'Cause I had contradicted you in front of your friends
