you do for me It's the way that you're true to me It's the wat that youu're loving me It don't get better, no way it don't get better It's the way that
you fight for me It don't get better, no way, it don't get better Don't get better It don't get better Don't get better It don't get better No more
do for me It's the way that you're true to me It's the wat that youu're loving me It don't get better, no way it don't get better It's the way that you
Traduzione: No Authority. Non Get Better.
(They don't get any bigger than this) (Ain't no half-steppin) (They don't get any bigger than this) (Ain't no half-steppin) (They don't get any bigger
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 don't give a fuck
the ??? backstage and get they fur tapped. Little kids running with scissors want to check me. Accidents don't happen. Stupid plants come correctly. Aesop Rock Don't
a fucking time bomb waiting to explode I'm a walking revolution I've git problems no solutions...damn so you say I've got a problem with authority well I just don't
for freedom not just the end of slavery Are we too selfish to even bless the kids with jewels So our youth don't get played out for fools? Will they get
the cell I live well on the vital idols That gave birth to my mothers Others try to claim my mysticism But they third eye don't widen with the ism Or
(Uh! Yeah!) Connecticut! (Uh! A...P!) Apathy! (Demigodz!) Yup, uh! (Doe Rakers) 'course... Yo... Yo I ain't afraid of shit, I don't even pretend I be
the world realize we must escape this world! Hopin' I can get up outta here with my integrity and come up on a better Me and try to do it big, Do it big
the fuck up Don't put no ice cubes in my shit Did I tell you, did I tell you I wanted Coke in my Malibu? Straight, I don't I don't mix, Coke and soda
[Makes spitting sound] [Chorus] Now we came with good rhymes and grooves that don't quit When you can't, if you can't, handle it Every word that we
She says OH Sweet Jesus don't need no Holy Oil. Been a bumrush dreamer while taking her stroll. Her author babysat with a B-40 lit. Show and prove no grease couldn't
all She don't show her face around his past Every time she come she get chased off So she stay distant [Verse 3] If it run from the square he wouldn't
see, I don't take no shit I'm the type of bitch that you don't want to fuck with Bitches who think you got class Ain't none of y'all shit, so you can
