Testi:
Three Feet Cats

White trash feel wave of discontent Lost your place in this society Your lack of perfection And direction its time you left it all behind White trashed

Under a bridge you sit alone Waiting for that empty mind The noise it drives through your head Like a sound wave from the core Under a bridge you sit

Try to find a reason why youre so lost within you Might want to express the feelings youve locked inside your heart Burning up overheated with confusion

two or three Two of Oze's of that good candy But I was goin take just a second for me to get back on my toes and feet On my toes and feet [laughs] uhh

rappers to dust, burn rappers who bust turn wax to cut, burn backs of sluts earn stacks of bucks, learn raps to crutch you herb cats who touch the microphones

I'm working hard that's a mistake And we're the ones who didn't listen, now look at us today We came from battle rappin, clappin the gats, cats attackin

all Give your (smash) a whatcha-ma-call I give love when I shop at the mall They always at your throat or down at your feet Always actin like something

fact my window opens towards a brick wall for the three legged dog I saw dragged on a leash for the homeless man who walks my block in rainstorms with plastic bags on his feet

seed like a farmer Life was kind of hard livin in hell's backyard Didin't have a job, honey fronted on the GOD Shorty racing, only hollering at cats