翻訳: ダウンシステム. オンマイマインド.
There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you There's something wrong with me I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish When we're crying
can kiss my whole ass More specifically, they can kiss my asshole I'm an asshole? You niggas got jugs You short minded niggas' thoughts is Napoleon My furs is Mongolian, my
us in a dark ditch Clean it up, call it a gang hit I gotta make my move 'Cause I'm a renegade I recognize When mind techniques Are being played It's a
my brainwaves I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play You won't be comin' back I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop My bloody mask
my brainwaves I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play you won't be comin' back I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop My bloody mask
turnt up, my trunk is shakin' (My rear view mirror is vibrating) I'm all turnt up, I'm all turnt up [50 Cent] It feel like my mind playin' tricks on me Tricks on me, tricks on
my foolish flows My hands go up and down like strippers' booties go My verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins Last time on a Khaled remix, now I'm on
to know So keep your love locked down, your love locked down Keepin' your love locked down, your love locked down I keep your love locked down, your love locked down I keep your love locked down
that I live Through the night, I was his, it was right, but I did My ups, and downs, my slips, my falls My trials and tribulations, my heart, my balls My mother, my
scream, "Oui, oui c'est vrai" 'Cause I got remote for my big day Hey, I'm A D R O C K I use a microphone like Picasso used clay Down with records from
hump a dead moose "My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss" And that's the message that
searching for days now I've found something I lost On a holy roller channel asking me what's the cost On a couch in a cold room Pouring salt in my wounds
my grind on, grind on, grind on I don't wanna be broke no more Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on I don
when you 're gone off of the sherm. You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin'. While you walkin', he on sixteen switches. Ain't that a bitch? But that
my mind back Now I'm that nigga trying to find out where his mind's at The time that it took myself to figure out my mind's gone My mind crack, slide
's got a heart and a soul, a mind of it's own A hunger for a young cat to die 'fore he grown A lust for a young girl to slide down a pole She's always