'd never separate Oh, I didn't see it changing Now a house is not a home I'm out in the street tonight A house is not a home I'm without a dream tonight
Übersetzung: The Gun Club. A House Is Not A Home.
son is a daughter All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit I'm that sick, Who
Joint, He Half Way Out He Aint Home, His Ass In A Halfway House Correctional Facilities Don't Correct Shi* Cause The First Thing He Asked Is Who Gotta Get Hit A
This is incredible... ohhh....) Fuck that Slim keep that for yourself You a crazy Withe dude and u need some help, word (Eminem) I got a beautiful wife, kids and a gorgeous home
Stupid words, erased song Gun shots, orange house Dead man walking with a dirty mouth Spoiled milk, stale bread Welfare, bubonic plague Record deal, light bulb Keep back kid not
st Verse] You're the one nigga Who's a dumb nigga And a bum nigga You're a slum nigga Better run nigga When I come nigga With a gun nigga You're a bitch
s Let gunshots smoked ya's Who fuck with us? Weed, liquor done corrupted us Wet a nigga like umbrellas Take the woman out a man; stomach out a man Pump and bust, the guts comin' out a
said don?t give me that mack shit please His phone goes off and then things get a little more interesting He steps a little closer I point my gun and says I?m not
: And now, I'm like Well, well, well What the fuck is this A condom in my bed Ya better start talkin, bitch 'Fore I take a match and Burn this muthafucka
ice cream (in ya mouth) I shoot a bazooka not pipe dreams (Clear 'em out) My name is Saukrates get yo' hands up Gilla House! [Blam:] This is sumtn' 4
Thick in the thighs wasn't part of they plan Not just his bitch, I'm like his main man Act shifty - your resistance gone swiftly Bitches mad at a nigga
one Shoot that weak gang, like a bb gun And watch her do her thang, oh she gonna get it done This girl body up the game, she a home run She my dirty
gun had left me hit up He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin' honey Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money Funny how it's a small
Lord We sin a lot Wonder will He let me in? And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why Because I'm a Bad Boy, they wanna label me a bad guy Now
words, erased song Gun shots, orange house Dead man walking with a dirty mouth Spoiled milk, stale bread Welfare, bubonic plague Record deal, light bulb Keep back kid not
, then come up with a thug. And I don't give a fuck if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a thug, you better show some love. Layzie Bone: Gotdamn
wage That body belong on a poster I'm in a daze, that bottom is wavin' at me Like damn it I know you You wanna show like a gun out of holster Tell me
