loves you in a special way? Maybe more than you will ever really know 'Cause your mind is focused on a fictional storyline You'll miss the happiness reality could hold "This all hits home
翻訳: ほとんど同じ. ホームヒット.
with a tissue I talk too much shit I eat p-ssy and you suck dick [Kidd Kidd] They call me "Lil Nut" but my nuts aren't the same No homo, that's how I
Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town of Melbourne, this is an album which shows
known I picture in my mind, you look nasty in thongs You probably do it just like you dance You 'bout to bust out your pants You got too much ass in
nicest MC, oh, that's boring see, there's another MPC So why you think most hip-hop Sounds the same except for me? Cryptic kick shit from the crypt Sadistic lick hits
you stack em right Same hits over the celly, sit back and write They only found half of ya so your casket lite Now your body real easy to carry These hoes talk to much
is much more than runnin' in the streets Holla at 'ye, hit me with the beat Put me on my feet, sound so sweet Yes I'm the same old G, same goatee stayin
me I'm an anomaly to them, put them on crutches We'll sock your lip first for you touch us He one that's kicking our brothers Much as I smoke the duchess
Is the same fat kid from the ave of trinity It's been around three years since my last LP But it gets no better than this Consecutive hits You on some
own ambitions. Now in his own life, William was a bit of a drinker and one night sittin at home after having a couple too many, he falls down and hits
'm ridin me (ridin me), Mo Thug is where I be, I'm down again So put'em up, best ah cock dem pistols, fiend to dip home, gettin shot gone, wit this next
thousand pounds of lead And the right half of my body has gone numb I think it's too much, too much A little too much, too much I think it's too much
you I seem to be ?? Find you much better too Chorus 2 How do I feel like? Alright, probably going home Gonna make it the same Gonna make it my love
watch her play Spinderella's not a fella but a girl DJ She's the inch long on the mix board Put your tape on pause and press record Never does the same
the game they're all the same She's gonna use her body She strikes the match as She is covering my heart with Gasoline and I'm going down much faster
see the hunger in me And I see the same thing in niggas younger than me Like they live, they ain't got a slice to give In the broken down home and they