I've had enough of loyalty oaths and religious revivals The gamblers debt, security checks And the fight for survival I'm getting out of this town It'
Übersetzung: Hope Of The States. Vier.
I've had enough of loyalty oaths and religious revivals The gamblers debt, security checks And the fight for survival I'm getting out of this town It
nouns [Chorus] What's the word People all around stay bound By the Word Spoken in tongues Or even sung What's the Word Communicate from state to state
another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously. "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you
can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special all right You need something special to give you hope But hope
the nigga that hated, every single bar gettin first forty-eighted In the state of euphoria feelin so sedated. The me and bitch the same were feel so related, (?) in stated
a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
like a long trip I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin
s engraved in I'm here but up there is where the rhymes are created My style hunt niggas like Emily Rose Plenty of flows The four-four waist is usually
down like gravity, rapidly Threadin like weapons to adolescents, ghetto residence quick to past tense your present, state of the slum Kill four play the
get to see what kind of suit my mom buries me in I hope it's dark blue with blue stars When the priest leans over me and starts talking about Jesus and the state
So go go and drown I hope you enjoy the state of being bound won?t you come around tonight to pick me up and dim the ligths Four days of rain It?s
States, bitch I'm a real threat Besides the drug movement, move with all the socially Socialists And we hangin' by the rope and shit, we give each other hope
cash And I push everything from E to H-class Four years ago couldn't go to a show I was standin' on the corner sellin' dope for dough Now I no longer hope
: Yeah, today the big day (Xzibit) Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a free man walkin Leavin from behind
gauze, I'm a bad b-tch on all fours, The president be like it's all yours, Lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com Weezy and Nicki bring the A-game, high stats
