a running man Such a running man Running man Running man Running man Yeah, running man Running man You're a running man Running, running, running man Running, running, running man
翻訳: のろわれた. 男の実行.
shit? Oh, wait, no, I get it girl, I'm with it I've been down this road before and yeah, I skidded but forget it Damn, damn, I wonder why I never why
back People work hard just to get all their salary taxed Look, I'm just a writer from the ghetto like Malory Black, man Where the help or the sanity at? Damn
wrong Why the f-ck they let me on this song? I don't even care who own this song Chris could've called me, man you should've called me Man, god damn I
Rejected since day one, my name is Bastard Son I've been damned so many times I've lost count Blue collar working man, devices master plan Bi-polar with
Ayo, Ice, man I'm working on this term paper for college What's the First Amendment? Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfucking bullshit You say the
ballet and sh-t Oh, wait, no, I get it girl, I'm with it I've been down this road before and yeah I skidded but forget it Damn, yeah, I wonder why I
, and pop em Dig up all in your ass bag She giving me head all up in the back of the damn cab The meter running hoping shawty paying the damn tab She
Wassup, baby Oh, you can't say "Wassup" back? Anyway, I see you finally made it home Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know Oh, you was too drunk to drive, huh Damn
high in flight like value jet You thinking about the B team 'cause my end is never met nigga Black man white man jew man ain't no joke Remember when
swear don't want nobody else So what about the girl in the 6-4? She didn't mean a damn thing to me, baby She needed a ride from the jam And being the man
frame and threw her ass out So what about the girl in the 6-4? She didn't mean a damn thing to me, baby She needed a ride from the jam And being the man
'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout
phone the war is on so get your weapons RIP just spotted the devil around the corner from heaven with his crew Drinking brews and im thinking " Damn
tears, for niggas that died I'm gonna safe divide, mind gone And I think I'm running out of time The goddamn baby's daddy And I'm gonna damned to hell
did it? I hate that wake that sucker up buck, buck, buck 'N tell him to take that wid him Now that we still thugging Spitting as we run away from prison Nigga we still running
cop! Black cop, black cop, black cop It's like every other day the po-po kill a man And justice will trust me, don't nobody give a damn So what you
