Songtexte:
Pig Cry Baby

hey) I know how it is (MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL) Don't nobody understand I feel ya [Verse 1: Tupac] She was .. Born A heavy set girl with pig

member of society, pragmatism not idealism Will not cry in public, less chance of illness, tires that grip in the wet Shot of baby strapped in back seat

Yeah baby yeah Back again (That's right) Luda (Feel this) It gets meaner and meaner each time baby Feelin' real good too (Holla at 'em man) What

't bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages cats like to rip places bloody lip tastes, but the Cam is in big races? but i stay in import the pig

you can't be I will see things that you can't see Demons blind your eyes Burner Beat me like hammer, baby, stick me like a pig Throw me to the lions

slim. Ya little fingers could fit in that little kid's exposed ribs. Just think of all da shorteez, can't ya hear 'em cry? Time to cough up that burger

buildin', staggerin' Lookin' tore down, shot his door down and beat his whore down From the look in my eye, he knew he would die Started to cry, stuck

burst blue babies now dead on the seashore, the valorous horseman, who hang from the ceiling, the pig on the carpet, the dusty pale jissom, that

the pride You pray for thugs who pretend Would you still die? We run on sick flys Come, come with that guests now They come with the guys Psycho thugs make a dog cry