Songtexte:
Something With Numbers Pants On Fire

I'm on my own in this room with an awful feeling Nowhere to go, I'm a fool, I'll just lay here needing The only sound is the guillotine clock a-ticking

and tiredly blissfully vading friction and fire, cha. The number N9ne will get you food, even get you tools To build anything your family choose, but within my rules All white shoes with

music and everything . . . This was our last hit single . . . it was really a bummer, they wouldn't even play it on the radio . . . Oh, well, gotta come up with something

blissfully vading friction and fire, cha The number N9ne will get you food, even get you tools To build anything your family choose, but within my rules All white shoes with

on the run from my PO like WHOA! I remember spendin' shakes on the floor like WHOA! Takin' niggaz' numbers and we flip it like WHOA! Now y'all see the God on

. . . it was really a bummer, they wouldn't even play it on the radio . . . Oh, well, gotta come up with something better than that . . . [1:34] Don

2: The Game] Straight out the muthafuckin town of gin With my blues on, G Unit shoes on baby mama on the way Jump in the Regal throw Snoop on Back to

: The Game] Straight out the muthafuckin town of gin With my blues on, G Unit shoes on baby mama on the way Jump in the Regal throw Snoop on Back to the

composer, sonically robbing the nation when I strap on a blue cardigan we can be neighbors (do lasers) water douse fire now, fire bad, fire blank at bastard