to bother me they hide outside, the ceilings cryin - listen to the sound of the gutters runnin wash this dirty town all fronts and no backs give me my time
me They hide outside, the ceilings is cryin' Listen to the sound of the gutters runnin' Wash that dirty town All fronts and no backs Give me my time
Traduzione: Addiction Jane. My Time.
those minds that's celebate Now document it, on this day Zu's gospel written Like Adam and Eve where all fruit were forbidden Enter my perimeter, I'm
wants and needs I heard it's like a gateway to doin' more than weed [B-Real] Man I love my relationship, I'm no quitter Mary Jane's my first love and
it's trench coat, no clothes underneath She hold me down, stash O's at her mother's house and her brother's house We maintainin, she said "I ain't complainin
tryin' to sell us, Propaganda in the can got your hand in the fan, I run my own planet live my life rebellious, The people propelled us, Mary Jane's
in my penz getting stiffy with her friends And even when she crashed my whip I didn't flip My man Slick Nick said Smooth you're starting to slip Time
2:] Allow me to explain the mission, the pain infliction I entertain so listen, my style rocks like Jane's Addiction Mc's don't impress me, they know
of this, rip tight like it's your last bit Futuristic, hi-tech computer chip Lyric that's beyond the year 2000 The dominant, confident niggaz is conquering Overminding, my
are It started with a girl Kept turning her nose up at my band She's into Yellow Card, Blink and Simple Plan It's so pathetic She's into Jane's Addiction
they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my piss
my crew blue strings in my shoes Mary Jane and some loop while we swags in the coupe I'm addicting to smacking hoes Tracks, flows Crenshaw Boulevard backing foes L.A.'s Finest and L.A.'s behind us Gangsta, hoochies, essays and whinnies D's
Mary Jane no more baby (no more Mary Jane) We call it Maria (Maria that's that fire fire fire) It's that fire (It's the fire) Y'all know what time it
of anything makes you an addict [Scales] See I love my reefer, love my Guinness And I don't fit into society, I'm a menace Slap my balls on your rack
Unless it's trench coat, no clothes underneath She hold me down, stash O's at her mother's house and her brother's house We maintainin, she said "I ain
