never known So many little babies stuck without a home It?s a good day to die so come knock me over Say goodbye It?s a good day to die I get a
Übersetzung: Hot Hot Heat. Good Day To Die.
hatin' me I den been alot of places, I strapped around But I never found a town like Uptown Out, lounge all day, smoke weed by the pound I cruise all day
gloves No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights And hot days Cocking my heat
food in broad day like it's lunchtime You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot
high all the time... I smoke that good shit. I stay high all the time... Man I'm on some hood shit. {+SMOKIN' DAY... +! } Give me some dro, purple haze
until you meet my glock I'ma get you make your bady rott, nigga make the party pop Nigga why not? Time's tickin on the clock aint the heat hot I'ma hit
gats blazin, get out the street now There ain't no use for you beggin to turn the heat down You label me coldblooded You wanna warm me up with hot lead
died inside when I couldn't provide ends Meet, wish I could say life's been sweet In street drama, the thermometer blends heat Heat, I'm tryin to find
ain't been eatin' like I should This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good! Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route Throwin' bottles at day
on the Cape crusaiders and leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic And we can play the back and forth all day like the hot potatoe game Thats why we [
that heat in the car, but they don't know I had that 'dro in the seat of the car But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow Ay, Ghostface, the
office, try to keep a good image Note these jewels I had to swallow, them words I still follow Describe all, now me and this music, we such a good combo
A Day I Seen Dat Shyt Im Tha Dope Man's Dope Man I Mean That Shyt Uhhh I Dont Rap I Trap Made A Hundred Gands Profit Thats Good Count [Chorus x2] [Verse
want, cuz she aint seen a 6-4 so she just loves the impally when they jump ima heave em to the con, fill his heater if u want u'll be able to see, wat
masses The Cassius Clay of rap today Rock a beard like Castaway You couldn't be dope for even half a day We keep it hot like its after May Smoke a nigga
