clear so clear This is my home lying in the street This is my brain dripping on my feet This is my home lying in the road This is my brain you see explode
Übersetzung: Der Diener. Kopf.
s clear so clear This is my home lying in the street This is my brain dripping on my feet This is my home lying in the road This is my brain you see
of Babe Ruth We hit em Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher Got the town locked with underground stock Around clock workers to serve
A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach Baby Gangsta is my title Al Kapone is my idile To protect and serve
: [Intro mysterious music:] "Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted without parent or certified adult guardian." "They'll fry your brain. They're
The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin' But we were kept out Made to feel inferior, but we're the superior Break the chains in out brains
schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane brain, cold gettin fly like
up and roll him somewhere, [laughing] D.Y. wanna talk to me, wanna tell me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder
ma no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more Well, when she talks to all the servants About man and God and law Everybody says She's the brains
thuggish ruggish city will it reveal, But I went back to my land wid ah 12-guage Mossberg pump Big shells, you bloody murda murda comin' ta serve ya Runnin
weed fiends it's fiiiyiiiire [Layzie Bone] Feelin' on tilt man, quarter o to the brain Smokin' like blunt after blunt my niggas insane Other niggas can
fifth and I swerve Drunk as I bend on the curb, Get up to purchase some herbs To ease up my nerves While a nigga got rocks to serve Heard about thugs
bang Taking no shorts so fuck ya man, Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies, Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames Krayzie insane to the brain
you come just bring your guns witcha If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas Swang them thangs, bang some brains
pave Puttin' them souls up off in them graves dwell in Hell, they'll all lay slayed Amazed, must I blaze. It's insane when I take that bud to the brain
