Dead
Traduzione: Curl Up And Die. Dead.
roof with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up [?Hit the mob dope?] So whats up Punk You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and
drunk whisky and Bacardi. I sold dope to anybody. Me and my homies sold dubs and dimes, took turns bustin' rhymes just to pass the time. A white man drove up
up and I can't keep myself from picking We turn pages and fight sore hands ADD addicts of abrasiveness joyriding through the same scene over and over Time and
my belongings and my stance is Time to get used to the glances and head checks for myself and it's time to stop thinking and tone it down for the mental
quarters into the phone 'Cause they don't want to go home And I think, What if no one's watching What it when we're dead, we're just dead What if it'
upon trees frozen, We look out And chase around our house with the chosen, And holding, Quietly, The sound is dead, Sing and turn, In light, And
Hitting up your moms, cuz she was horny, and it was forny, funny [GR8 Scott] Shut up dummy, learn how to speak That's why your girl and your moms told
breaks down my resolve It cripples part of my soul And masterfully I'll hide my pain Smell the decay Dead eyes and a hollow smile Pitch black my vision is gone And
of colors and shit On the dance floor, openin' up rubbers and shit And I'm tongue kissin' with somebody else bitch And I hear voices sayin', "YoU cAn
that's on my mind is cocking my nine Pulling that trigger back and watch it bust 50 times Leave they mama's crying, hell increase and multiply 'em Choppin' they heads off and
3: And Elephant Man then, ugly like a ape and come a pass dem remarks dem Seh mi foot maaga and favor drumstick dem And mi locks curl up like some
of rap Find my girl with jheri curl, and melt her household TV set to my dashboard and keep cussin out hoes Through with the bars, so drunk placin orders Gettin fucked up
baby curl When there's crack in the pregnant stomach of a baby girl Neglected offsprings end of the zone Single mother in the welfare instead of alone Pops smokin' up
Billy Joel do Laverne and Shirle, give us any room we'll break it Remember you was wack remember Ice Cube had a jheri curl BAMMMMM!!!! Dead on your car
"Bon Voyage" And promptly he hung up the phone There was a doorbell ringing So he snuck out onto the terrace He said "If these were my last words, would