and we'll never hae to deal with no more of your filth. We will not do what they want or do what they say. Oh no. We will not do what they want or do
翻訳: はBad Brains. 我々は、ないでしょう.
didnt even go to class Bueller Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back Remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack Chasing the stardom will
old and gray with you In good and bad times we'll always make it through 'Cause what we got is true no matter what they say to you I can straight lace you, not
I'm soaked ma That Rolls Royce Phantom, it ain't no joke ma Weed brownie at 2, but I will not smoke ma Don't talk about licking if it ain't deepthroat
let her suck my pistol She opened up her mouth and then I blew her brains out You ain't met a nigga like me, you probably never will Riders rollin' with
what they say Cos they got nothing on you baby Nothing on you baby Not not not nothing on you babe Not not nothing on you Hands down there will never
Some a sell coke but the music we a sell We no inna doubt, we don't want no ambulance bell While other lyrics are full of our style we fill up our clientele
something that's a job But then we do it, they refuse it So I tell them duck suckers to cold go screw it We shouldn't sell out, we should just yell out
( rhyme rhyme rhyme) T-Raw in the bitch like with a bad bitch trying to get a ring in the prom (prom prom prom) My swaggers is nice, ward is bond She might not
just as bad as a good man Saying there's no use of trying? Ooh, tell me do you still believe Ooh, everything that you read? Till we learn to get together And see who we
on a mission an we... [Hook] Bad like we bad like we bad-eh Buss up di place Brooklyn to Bagdad-eh Money deya but we act like we ain't never had it
rolled up Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace No DNA no not a drop Cause me and dre and 50 we will
be two days till we say we're sorry It'll still be two days till we say, "We're sorry" It'll still be two days till we say, "We're sorry" Birch Mount
he overdosed They've been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose Back into the game and they know Rap will never be the same as before Bashing in the brains
a target? You say I'm sellin' dope but you fake 'Cause young dope dealers flash cash and make mistakes And besides we ain't dealin' no mo' Look at my hood, we
