A discontent that efferents An emptiness or nothingness that's heaven sent I'm sick of the country Sick of the town Sick of the future It's getting me down I say and
Übersetzung: The Damned. Sick von diesem und jenem.
my complements A discontent that efferents An enptyness or nothingness that's heaven sent I'm sick of the coutry Sick of the town Sick of the future It's getting me down I say, and
the truck, thumpin' up against the dead cops And pop it like I tossed a match in the engine And go harder than a fucking crack intervention Clown of the class and
acres and a mule and the coupe is bigger You gone trip on that hoe, you a stupid nigga I'm a P.I.M.P. not cupid nigga Hoe pimping all day bitch, this
house and a car and some cash For when I'm ready to leave your ass I can't trust you That's why I keep some shit you can't take And that's a hustle [
Come to 3-0-5 And run up on a chair checker I damn near gave ya class-less ass a asthma attack Smacked you down and kicked ya in ya ass-less ass How you
say this, you say that But you don't mean a damn thing And I'm getting sick of it Getting sick of it You said to chill and give it time And you got stuff
real patient Damn, I'm so amazin', damn, I'm so amazin' This is for my ladies who get sick and tired of fakin' it Yeah, he wanna taste it, tattoo, and
club, me in the Benz Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this And
mouth when I told you to leave 'em call it quits did I really say I was sick and tired of you did I really backed you up and said that we are through and
and raise your son i'm like damn we can creep sometime and you know i'm on the road for like weeks at a time girl ya thirsty and stop callin' while
the Don until I'm gone, I maintain You want that hip-hop real It's that hip-hop that's real Hold it down, hold it down Hip-hop that's worldwide, feel
bitches know we crazy? Thug Life, niggaz, be, the sickest You feel me? Now get that shit written down God damn! Took four years and a motherfuckin case for these motherfuckers to feel me Ain't that
me Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught Had a motherfuckin ward but he didn't go to court God damn, and one day we'll all be together
They made me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul
Tupac video I see the same bitch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin? And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo' fucked up I'm watchin a Million Man March And
em for that And that nigga that was down for me, restin dead Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead Probably be murdered for the shit that
