nothing to hide Here comes the sickness It's calling you home Here comes the sickness Wrap your arms around me And I'll take you all the way now Cause this is sickness
翻訳: フルスケール. 病気.
can't be a broke nigga, better in showers Sellin' CD's on the corner of Sunset and Dower A small fry nigga in a baked potato world Sizzling in some beef full
about the way the whales Kiss it your body scaled I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail Then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty
about the way the whales kiss it your body scaled I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty
the phones, it won't be secret to the jury They hit you wit that RICO, I'm not meanin' PR I'm talkin' full scale riots, whole lotta triage And I know
gangsta lean 116, full steam, 'know I mean? Bitches on my jock 'coz my flow is hot An' they spot tha watch filled wit rocks from a block When the light hit, strictly fish scale
If you wit' it get your ass on the floor But then right before I finish They say give me some mo' 4 point 6, dodge in the dits Trunck full of brick,
gangsta (All my life) I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich (What?) Lyin' 'bout they bitch (What?) Lyin' 'bout they dick (What?) I'm sick
shit to flies Sell gas to Texaco, insurance to Geico Tank full of petro, minutes to metro Hill billy like Jethro, magazines [Incomprehensible] Screaming that eastside, straight up out the valley yo It's Sick
with a extra 30 round clipper He brought it back, weighed out to the fullest Little did he know, I had his name engraved on my bullet Dumpin' like a full
got on her mind, my fucking dick, I call her dick head, spicy like a big red, strike you like a bic head your flow sick, my shit dead, sillier than vic
flat irons and nail files spending hours in salons on your hairstyle in the mall steady racking up the air miles hit the gym step on the scales stare
are you afraid of the world belongs to gabulon not the auto-sodomites uncle climax, my first words were curse words red right, white left johnny rockwell, full scale
's a shame, I got to blow out niggaz brains To make these motherfuckers peep my game I let 'em hang to the flo', snot on the snow And full of kicked
a crooked starship Who better nation a million's the only remedy Nine dizzy planets with a bullet riding centerpiece Take Me Through The Gates I'm bout as sick
Probing a voiceless void Searching for a closure Poisoned tentacles from the past Are tumbling fumbling closet Mood set On full scale regret Peaking
