In a white room with black curtains Near the stations black roof country No gold pavements tired starlings Silver horses ran down moonbeams In your dark
翻訳: ゲスフー. ホワイトルーム.
Second guessing and it's almost like you're begging for my help Like I'm your leader, you're supposed to fucking be my mentor I can endure no more, I demand you remember who
97 And call my publicist tell her we impressed heaven No one gives a shit Except some kids who just got into sex on the Internet So you want the chat room
to destroy you And there's a million of us just like me Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like
guessing But about that time we crashed into the truck And as I'm laying bleeding there on the asphalt Finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer Who
ain't got on panties so damn it, it's in the signs Somebody's getting fucked tonight to my surprise Enter the room with the cat ass eyes Rochelle's who
My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room? Streetsweeper out, ready
hear dem boys come'n Who am I you ask me you know it's 'bout that grammar From any state it don't matter, from here to Montana From white girls name
I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket He used to touch it when the wind was blowin' high I guess it made him feel like he could bluff the system
s, Jackson's no room for George yeh, the fear of God's in you muthaf-ckers this art imitate my life you WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation white
some dead punches, but I'm still alive and kicking There's too many cooks in the kitchen, bitchin' trynna do it like me No you don't do it like me (Chorus) Guess who
'd fucking die, But I electrify, get electricuted, executed by an executioner Of my flow too wit for the human eye to detect zooming by G-g-g-guess who
tact Who in the world wanna problem with that? For real I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? Uh yea Harlem is back Who
yourself Second guessing and it's almost like your begging for my help Like I'm your leader You're supposed to fucking be my mentor I can endure no more, I demand you remember who
97 and call my publicist tell her we impressed heaven no one gives a shit except some kids who just got into sex on the internet so you want the chat room
Waitin' Fo' the floor Your world's movin' fast But still ends up a bore Come on give me a little room na Do you have to take it all Yeah that's the way it is I guess
