be what some of the fuss is all about, excuse me mother while I scream and shout, Pass me the key, I'd like to let myself out and go.... Excuse me, mother, I
Übersetzung: Wonder Stuff, die. Mutter und ich.
a wonder they don't understand kids today so when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way And I hope that he answers me I heard God don't like
away laughing I think that I lost it, I can't explain my actions Neither can the therapist, he says that I'm on crack And I only have to agree cause I
seep in, creep in I'm keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der) You wanna trip? Then I got luggage I stuff you in and send you off,
do is rub gum in my hair and stuff You guys are gonna make me...make me sad I'm sad I'm gonna cry...I'm crying I'm going' tell my mom....mom...
While I was chopping one of my legs off and pulled a hamstring First I Re-up, then I Relapse Go to rehab then I Detox after I see Doc And I'll be back
invitation Can't help this fascination and yet if you were here I'd freexe I count the days 'til I'll see you again and wish you'll be there And yet if
Mother of the Earth, she made you and I Just tired of playin the same ol' games Messin with my mind, emotional thangs And there goes.. a black girl..
to set me free When death is on it's way When death is on it's way Oh, mother, I don't want to sigh Oh, mother, I don't want to die Tell me why does
the pen then I shot up my notebook I'm reading bullet holes, I wish I fucking would [Chorus:] I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain't hip hop
got shot!) I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete I picked him up, then I held him by his head
another place And the life you used to live will reflect in your mother's face I still gotta wonder why I never seen a man cry, 'til I seen that man die I
shit, you know whassup I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff Now you're flowin' like your name is Water But I'm ten years older and my game
and cold take the man So just step on back, while I walk on by I might look you down, and I might say "Hi" And if you come up choosing, I just might
the pen then I shot up my notebook I'm reading bullet holes, I wish I fucking would [Chorus] I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain't hip hop
, seep in, creep in, I'm keepin' All you motherfuckers in the deep end (Low rider) You wanna trip? Then I got luggage I stuff you in and send you off '
