go mash it down, in the life man has lost his wa. So Jah Jah say. Hey, love is the answer love is the answer children. Whenever did ya never did need no love
Traduzione: Bad Brains. Love Is The Answer.
the OJ the Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns; blow your brains on your opposite ear Then ask you how your brain sounds Bad, evil, weirdo, Alfred [? ],
that's my language My lead made your head spin like the exorcist The good news is I shot you but the bad news is your ass lived I can create something
in-between the lines School is just a bullshit con My brain is full of words unwanted I passed the classes still no jobess When in doubt choose F the answer Cause f## all is
wit us [verse: Bad Azz] Hey y'all, all I'm tryna do is stay ballin Thick papers in my pockets, credit cards in my wallet Ben Franklin on my answer machine
bad, but the bad time's are overwhelming, and how the hell things get out of hand I ask you, you have to give an answer; eating at my brain like
only gets more intense (it only gets more intense) All the pressure's on your neck (you feel me, you feel me) So Bad Boy (so Bad Boy) I'm richer bitch
been blew) That's cause it been due, and niggaz knew we been true Love for the real G's (G's), love for the real streets (streets) Love for the real thugs
egg in the skillet This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us Ain't no love lost my niggaz
call me Nickel the OJ the Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns; blow your brains on your opposite ear Then ask you how your brain sounds Bad, evil, weirdo
And all I can do is run away [Verse 2] Transform this child of the storm Scorned, as thorns scar my sight without unveiling itself Unconditional love
the head up at all time, I got high self esteem And nan nigga can take it, like my nuts is here I spit shit for your brain, so listen good with your ear
[Chorus] You abandoned me Love don't live here anymore Just a vacancy Love don't live here anymore [Talking] This is dedicated to all of my ladies in
break through your barrier Bomb carrier Ready to explode in hype mode You'll catch a bad decision at any given I was marked for death so now this is how
love to the brothers that were cruel, but now whenever people act like that, they wants to see my flop but I cuts no slack, My head's pumpin in and out of my brain
rang out You know, it'll make your brains hang out So what's your fate? Am I the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate? The wrong answer is said
