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翻訳: 自己. ガッタ停止（メッシンについて）.
On the microphone in 1993 Short Dawg made me And he don't stop to the beat Nothing but a menace to society I always heard that you gotta be strong if
woman Lay next to me, put yo' head on my chest Attraction stimulates me but it's not all about sex I respect you got a mind and you... self sufficient
a self made trillionaire I'm a self made trillionaire From the underground to the top I came from the bottom Trill niggas don't stop Let 'em goin' harder Self made trillionaire I'm a self
ludicrous Bad when you gotta better bitch around Sad 'cause you never wanna kiss her now Never would got up in the women if I knew about menace And
it go chase it hammer and tongues Like the hammer of a clickin' gun words soundin' funny coming out all wrong hang on sister we gotta lot to learn this compartement is self
gotta put you down to make they-self feel better Black or white, dark brown or light Short, thin and small, thick, big or tall And I think it's a mess
to say Just checkin' in wit'cha trying to see what's wrong today I know there's gotta be something kickin' your bruises How's the love? How's the music? How's the self
in your strut, more glide in your stride If you don't dig that you gotta hole in your soul If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address
friendly, I shouldn't give you any R E S P E C T, you know respect You're messed up son, tryin' to play mack money You went for self, for the fast wealth
a killin' tool click Killin' tool click, killin' tool click Southwest Atlanta, Southwest I suggest you don't mess with Southwest I suggest you don't mess with Southwest I suggest you don't mess
Eagle Street Holly Grove solja, can't stop the 17th Real, real niggas, they be chillen' off Eagle It's hard, but I still gotta stand like a man Gotta strap, gotta
chains Somebody got locked down, and shackled with fuckin chains They ruined their fuckin brain, they ain't treated like a man This shit gotta stop here
fiendin' for dollars That's messed up, so fess up It's good for the soul Repent Change your ways Exhibit more self control We must be willin' to stop
the glass broken at my feet. Cut myself once again, gotta stop count to ten, and relax. Take a breath, breath in deep. Taste the smog, feel heat. I gotta
it is All I know is that the thoia thoing man it's the shit Afros corn rolls hair weaves you gotta love it White black brown even Japanese you gotta
