a while And still I sit here by myself and smile There's no easy way, there's nothing to say It gets harder each and every day Each and every day Hey world
翻訳: LAガンズ. ヘイの世界.
Pop local shop menaces Travel all around the world in great distances And ain't a place that I know that bear resemblance That's why we it The Planet Not a borough or a
gonna lie, if I wasn't doing this now I'd probably'd be tied down in a small town With my eyes on a couple of guys With their eyes on a couple of pies
a buck-fifty quick, a thin one Before rap I had a drug dealer's income {"Put some money on it"} Master Jason God on the rocks with a splash of Satan
at the castle, come and fuck with us And further more, got the birds of raw, I deserve a tour Hey, hey holla' back, swallow that, thats murda' whore In a
We live in a world where a man is judged by the color of his skin We can't win, not the content of his character, they scared of you 22 million black
won't play me, if you like that, throw your hands up I know you like that, throw your hands up Chaotic situations got a bitch stressin', holdin' the guns
the love, feel the love I could not, find in a physical looks, it wasn't there After goin back and forth to L.A., L.A. cares Handlin business, we under
down at the dirty, dirty, A.T.L. Or you can catch me, on the west coast, that Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali Catch me at that Midwest, hey, I'm all over the world
I'ma keep it gangsta till I die, nigga, shine Check it, hey yo All I need in this world of sin Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a Mac 10 Ridin' through
Ain't Got Pals I Make A Girl Get Low Like I Ain't Got No L's I'm A Paper Chasin Dog Check My Toenails And I Never Miss A Game, No Shaq O'neal More Like
No Pals I Make A Girl Get Low Like I Ain't Got No L's I'm A Paper Chasin Dog Check My Toenails And I Never Miss A Game, No Shaq O'neal More Like Brett
of not being a millionare, but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alchoholics, if i had a magic wand, i'd make
The sardines, the cardads and all that Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together And give a warm welcome To Jay Fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle Hey
, a nigga front, gun clickety clack Make it hard for you niggaz that rap 'Cause when you gotta pick up the slack Pick up a pack or pick up a plaque You
Now,now,now Now now now Queen's most wanted, shout out's to The bandit baby R I P we represent the L B To the day we die run with Lou Spigg nice freaky
' a fuck so why should I now Watch your mouth, nigga I'm grown you just a child In a man's world nigga actin' like a little girl It's foul, he don't
