wanna make you mine All of the time I wanna be your referee Your man Get outta my head Or into my bed Get out of my head Or into my bed I had a dream
Traduzione: Cracker. Get Outta My Head.
Traduzione: Il cavo colonna sonora Guy. Get Outta My Head [cracking].
me go and knock my verse down and beat this track back This one of em party starters mane make the party crack I'm in the vocal vuze right now with my
catch 'em in the latest BM with the top down I fiend for scratch half of my team did that got my first pack, started hustlin' crack it didn't seem like
yeah, I wanna feel guilty but you punk muthafuckas tried to milk me You'll get stacked behind the hill with my phone or my pager Just beat me while I cut you with my
tell 'em It's time to hate us again We're back [50 Cent:] haha [Verse 1: Eminem] Jimmy can Crack Corn, but I don't care My enemies Crack Corn
Is Who Gotta Get Hit A Shoot Out In 89' Fu**** Up How He Walk He A Grimey Ass Ni**A, You See How He Talk Should Shoot The Shepard In The Head And Da
Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say You get carried away, you can get
' you get popped at (popped at) [Chorus] 2x I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my
a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump I got my own personal
or you can catch one in your wig You see the Testarossa, the toasters right on my lap So If a nigga get outta line, a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal
You wan' smoke that? Go 'head roll it son! I don't give a fuck man, smoke that shit, man! You can smoke crack (SouthSide!) if you wanna smoke crack, I
back in the days I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere
. (check it out, check it out, check it out.) Can't get drunk. Can't get blunted. LA County, 95 hundred. Crips wanna take my All-stars. Bloods wanna eat my
need.) She won't let me fucc. (Girl, you eatin' all my food, you drinkin' all my beer) I really need to bust a nut. (you smokin' all my weed!) You rub
check it out, check it out, check it out.) Can't get drunk. Can't get blunted. LA County, 95 hundred. Crips wanna take my All-stars. Bloods wanna eat my