loves you in a special way? Maybe more than you will ever really know 'Cause your mind is focused on a fictional storyline You'll miss the happiness reality could hold "This all hits home
Übersetzung: Much The Same. Hits Home.
bananas the same ones that didn't show me no love when i was cashless in the day when it really mattered when i was pennin' competition no publishin' hits
em, put em on crutches We'll sock ya lip first for you touch us, he one that's kickin our brothas Much as I smoke the duchess and model chicks that cut
him all in the front of the store Saw him on break next to the 'No Smoking' sign with a blunt and a Marl' Takin' my hits, writin' my hits Writin' my rhymes
way to much doe to be playin And this is a classic in the makin History repeats itself He do the rhymes and the beats himself The only child since drome make hits
from shower sprays First dropper to the last The same way the super got hits for that ass Put so much heat out on the street He lock his self up and
and wrong ingredients, maybe too much herbs and spices, maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish southern greens and this entice them how them joke the same
tissue I talk too much shit I eat pussy and you suck dick [Kidd Kidd:] They call me "Lil Nut" but my nuts aren't the same No homo, that's how I came
and some are small FBI, CIA, norteno, crip, blood Were all set trippin But the ATF deciedes how many straps we get The DEA agents deciedes how much coke
with a tissue I talk too much shit I eat p-ssy and you suck dick [Kidd Kidd] They call me "Lil Nut" but my nuts aren't the same No homo, that's how I
Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town of Melbourne, this is an album which shows
known I picture in my mind, you look nasty in thongs You probably do it just like you dance You 'bout to bust out your pants You got too much ass in
nicest MC, oh, that's boring see, there's another MPC So why you think most hip-hop Sounds the same except for me? Cryptic kick shit from the crypt Sadistic lick hits
you stack em right Same hits over the celly, sit back and write They only found half of ya so your casket lite Now your body real easy to carry These hoes talk to much
is much more than runnin' in the streets Holla at 'ye, hit me with the beat Put me on my feet, sound so sweet Yes I'm the same old G, same goatee stayin
me I'm an anomaly to them, put them on crutches We'll sock your lip first for you touch us He one that's kicking our brothers Much as I smoke the duchess
