don't follow me And you cared You kept your feelings hidden Like a psycho Burned it all down Take me with you Won't you let me go So sick of man
the lights And then you said,"Please don't follow me" And you cared When you're so sick When you're so sick When you're so sick When you're so sick
Traduzione: Freddo. Sick Of Man.
(feat. Shyne) [G. Dep] I got enough flows to spit, they cold as shit Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip I got enough O's to get, and
that make you body rock shit That make you shoot your glock quick, make you say Big H.A.W.K.'s sick Make you ride my diznick, cause I'm colder than an
ass like a Flavor Flav Thug niggaz with guns beneath leathers If you know better, keep ya bitch on tether Niggaz got snow like cold cold weather And big
day and pray to god that'll I'll be ok, ay ay [Verse 1] These fat raps think they fit like they The Iron Man I got the iron tounge and the iron hand
woman, nah man, make that three The first one up out a dream, know what I mean? While I was checkin' out the scene I bumped number two Crackin', had me mackin' man
When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next Golddiggin, cold
Death Row That's where motherfuckers is endin up Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness I rob my adversaries, but Slick done left a witness Wonder
ends I'm gettin sick of all the friendships As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick How can I be a man if there's no role model
out my face. Check it. Mobb shit bitch. Lynch Mobb mane. Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz 3 Times me Ager Man Bart Let me turn up the heat man Dig it the
with Patron Sun [Verse 1: Sun] We just came to party And I'm feelin' good I got the Remy for any women that's feeling loose Your man grillin' and he
Just Jock Me' The DJ Daryl who cuts so sweet Fuck the bullshit, the man makes beats The Jigga, the gee, the J, the E, the D My road dog, the man Slick
when it's cool Chinchillas women wear, for the pool And I drop the Ja, I rule I'm like 50 Pacs not two, boy cold from sick ha-choo Ask myself a question
got what I got Got shit locked, I stunt non stop I get it and I blow it how I want, why not My bitch cold, I mean hot, sure shot Come through in the drop
