enough I've had enough okay And I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why I don't know Why are we so low And why should we explain Why are we the ones you blame So
I've had enough okay And I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why I don't know Why are we so low And why should we explain Why are we the ones you blame So
Traduzione: Droga. So Low.
m tellin' ya I'm over the stove (stove) Saying I'm just saying I ain't playin' I'm over the stove [Verse 1:] I'm in this rap game dope game tired pushing
by they coat ? Coke rhyme but It's dope as hell Nigga four tooth the ? Still had to broke in jail Wit a parole hold just the systems so cold Had me thinkin
check So you can miss 2 Low with the bump rap I'm gettin paid, makin a's, forget the dumb crap You ain't my mother, so that means I'm not your son So
the resovoir be eatin cavier for the fuck of it we touchin it nuns like a covenent give it to ya in details three scales do way the dope shit we come
be a playa I been, in the game way before you came So I'ma be here when you ghost, you ain't suppose to sweat that We did that so step back and watch
the back streets I couldn't let the police, jack me Gotta be quiet, I'm on the down low I got the yah-yo, moving by the pound so When the police try me
Times goes on, and everybody grows Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays In many ways we were paid in the old days So
all day long But they wrong, so I'm solo (so low) and so broke Saving up for some Jordan's, cause they dope I got a girl and I love her but she broke
In the life we live as thugs, Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas
more reason that I'm squeezin your girl (You never please her!) So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter Cut her off, my wisdom wiser so I muster
, so mutha fucka follow me when the funk go down we ridin' deep, wit a, I got you, an a you get me fear no man but God, so if it's on, its on cowards
? Yo, I started with a single My album's out, so now it's time for me to mingle Well, 'lavish' to me is like mail, straight up So all you hungry muthafuckas
I use? Delusions of madness, I psychologically get pissed When a sucker confronts me for goin ruthless That's the way that I know, so I go for mine First I lay low
