out So when the heart crash lands, What memories will survive? I thank my black box that i'm alive I feel unlucky today, can't wash the panic off my face Didn't learn a
Übersetzung: No Use For A Name. Black Box.
know wat it is) Thank god for those days, thank god for thoese nights Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white They use to call me the pirex
the telephone Goin' to a disco that's packed with men That's like tryin' to get a dance in the federal pen Walkin' through a park with a gang of the guys
me, throw me away Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right? Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfuckin gun I can't
to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin is a vitamin, held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your
cock, the Don Juan Doc Send crews back to the shoeshine box, connect the dots My description, black male, yellowed and mellow I make it hard for MC's
a one man army I don't need no help This is a - PISTOL, I use to protect myself Careful these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health My nia [
you think I'ma call the - POLICE [Xzibit] I'm a beast, still got a crease Still got my Converse stompin down the concrete YEAHHHHHHHHHH - black and blue
you all ready know what it is) Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white They use to call
you a killer, how many people did you kill? You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-a? For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a Yeah right! My name
telephone Goin' to a disco that's packed with men It's like tryin' to get a dance in the federal pen Walkin' through a park with a gang and the guys
consider this I can make a rhyme comlicated as a puzzle Dangerous and as violenl as a pit bull in a muzzle But this record is for radio s-t-e-r-e-
what's the reason for a gym Ain't hot enough to even work up a sweat I been fire since Wu days with The Perfect Cassette So when you mention my name these
