i'm at. i don't work work work, that's what i want. i'm a fuckin' creep, people don't pick up on that. they don't understand me, they don't know where i
Traduzione: D.o.a. Non mi frega un cazzo.
now (I haven't been at my best) I thought you'd understand (I thought you'd understand) Give me time and I'll be o.k. Just don't forget me and walk away
California corners in the legs Hittin Tony Romma's with the police on us (on us) (One) And I don't give a fuck about the cops With Mac in the peanut cups
you think you do We can set up a head up and I bank ya boo Don't underestimate, a lot of suckers player-hate they know about the big D-O-double, Warren
you want... we can do it [AMG] See most niggaz don't know, I keep 'em broker If I catch her slippin' up, nigga I'ma choke her I got a lil' Ike in me,
me (I got a new woman) I don't think you understand, bitch (I got a new woman) Can you feel me?, yeah (I got a new woman) Baby you know me, I'll get
where a nigga can't stop Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch Whether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoe get in my way, then that
these motherfuckin records and we ain't gon say shit, now it's 1999 It's a different grind, don't disrespect the Don It's still war motherfuckers So let
my enemy's wall (rest in peace) Promised if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right Dear Lord don't let me die tonite I got words for my comrades, listen
Don't creep But what u think T.I. be in them suites? But don't sleep Get u hit from your head to feet Hey u don't know me I'm fittin' to introduce
what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter just don't bite it I
Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again Represent cause I
a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a ne-gro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz I'd rather be dead than a po
laggin Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck Pager blowin up but I don't give a fuck I'm fully stocked
liquor I heard it's popin' at a club but they say I can't get in cause i'm dressed like a thug until I die i'll be game related got me strivin'
hotels Cause a lip is zipped, I paint pictures A portrait, a self far from ?? My discussion of impression ain't ignorance So don't label the hoods on
