it Dealin' with their managers and program directors And even though I try not to stress it Sometimes it feels like a waste of time and not worth the
Übersetzung: Little Brother. Nicht genügend.
fuckin' at the Fuck Shop! [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] Please come inside, make yourself at home I want to fuck, 'cause my dick's on bone You little whore
Bitches, cause they breed envy Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies Keep yo', enemies close nigga, watch yo' homies It seemed a little unimportant
Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this I'm Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished The underground railroad on an uprise This time the truth's gettin told, heard enough
hit and get sent to the other side You lose both sides of the coin So me I play the hood baby Not in the Mama got a little church I could join But I didn
blame You didn't pretend hard enough Imagine that your brain is made of tiny boxes And find the box that's gay and CRUSH IT! Okay? No, no, I'M not having
prefer not talk about it, in case she's listening." "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize she was a real person." "She's not. I made her up." "Oh, so she's not
a virgin islands flag cause if I don't rock citys gon get mad I'm so fly that even when I'm not on a airplane hommie I be still getting jetlag That's just a little
You're just the common cold I am sors, I do not spar, Every single blow will hit hard. And I know what you are, And hm, you're not me. Outdo you in anything
you and your little brother All them foster homes...", fuck you motherfucker! I had you beat "No I was playin' possom, remember? I let you watch your little girls blossom I gave you enough
colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother and mother and dad Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
that chimpanzee, straight out a western movie, And here come little Johnny wanna be his deputy, The world is cleft you see, Made to fight one another, Economic big brother
fault, and I don't like it here, and it's my fault, and now my little brother's in tears, and Gran, I hope you're not mad, I swear I'll try to be good
to all your friends When you tell them about the guy Who was sadly mistaken, I thought I could catch your eye With a little clever wordplay, but if that's not enough
choppers roam So phuck you bitch and your Coppertone Stringy hair - no derrier - frontin' and fakin' with your silicone pair Do I wanna phuck? Not hardly
