This majestical roof Fretted with golden fire Why it appears no other thing to me Than a foul and pestilent congregation Of vapors What a piece of work is man
Übersetzung: Hair. Was für ein Stück Arbeit ist der Mensch.
what, yo? You a bitch! You should have a travel agent cause you a trip You should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit But all you got is some
never see me with a couple bottles of Chris trying to pick up on a chick Like bitch you want this? That ain't classy The radio's playing my song, and I got a
topic of discussion in every nail shop It's a secret society, all we ask is trust and within a week, watch your arm freeze up Brassiere get right, A to a
know, you got a policeman on your head. You want tea? Yoko: you know what i want, John? John: what; what, what, what. Oh, give us a chance! You want
fear Imma beast You say get a job, I say hit a knob Cause the way you run the world, is every bit of fraud So what you ask of me? You get no tax from
't about me, the shit ain't G Do you understand, what I do, is what I do And why I do, what I do to you Is other business, so shit don't get it twisted
buzzed And you never see me with a couple bottles of Chris trying to pick up on a chick Like bitch you want this? That ain't classy The radio's playing my song, I got a
West] You know what, yo? you a bitch! you should have a travel agent cuz you a trip you should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit but all you got is
days when hell was my home When me and mama bed was a big piece a foam An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb When mama gone a work me go street
-wag Ain't got no hair in back Gelled up weaved up Yo hair is messed up Need to get bout' a hustle mission Get up on loot run to beautician Run game until
yes yes yes) Fire code (uh uh uh uh) Yes, huh (hey) We roll from uh- you know (hey) You know what time it is (get your hand out my) You know what time
work, that's soft work even with wet work Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network (Let's go) We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work And if
, I'm a fingerless glove For a pilot, I'm a 'Ghani with a beard and a trenchcoat Chillin first class, steady sippin on a coke To a paranoid cop, I'm a
'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker
is soft kid like a stripper?s ass With a touch of plastic, writin' with a local style Talkin' about competitive shit you never mastered Youse a wannabe