moms a bitch And hit her in the face with a brick I did twenty mushrooms in my range rover And ill probably gun o.d by this songs over I hang with
ترجمه: D12. بدون لاستیک.
sour D's will smell sweet All these niggas think they sell them on Canal Street I'm sittin' twelve feet, fuck, can you tell me I let the 12's beat, '
my beeper on my boots, that's why I be a buzz when I kick Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I spit Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic Quarter rubber
in showbiz It'd be Jennifer Lopez and Puffy you know this Sorry Puff but I don't give a fuck, if this chick was my own mother I'd still fuck her with no rubber
, 90 percent of the city sounded wack Payola scams switched DJ's like a rubber band Everybody clear with beats trying to be Premier Clearing samples, your SP-12
a muthafuckin hog Pull up with the slump Or should I say black trunk sounding like I got a alligator in the back Paint wetter than melted ice, ralley and hockey strips Burning rubber
me 1.........2...........3...........4............5....... 6..........7..........8...........9.............10... You can't forget 11 and 12 The ladybugs they played well If they broke their jump rope Instead they'd
am I s'posed to go, hey See me ridin' in a Chevy 44 on the seat With a quarter or a blow get low than we see No tag, no license, trunk loaded with D Ridin' Fulton in D
Okay, it's okay, You can hate me baby! I'm on fire right now ya bitch ass nigga, ya heard me... [Gunshots x2] [Bizarre] Yeah... Detroit, Motherfucka... DJ Green Lantern (The Evil Genius) D12
[Proof] You wish that you could bear me black D12 standing back No planning that Def methods, we got a hand in that Whoever run this shit You get a jammed
you offer me?" they reply "technosorcery" They tell me the meek will never inherit the world, Cause they weak, Standin of two 12 inch feet, I dream quasi
turn it around Dirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, D's and fatigues T N T hopin' out of MPV's, surprise all a fuck out of me Got rubber Glocks pointed
Yeah, Detroit, motherfucka DJ Green Lantern, D-12, we ain't goin' nowhere We still smokin' crack, nigga Let 'em know Bitch, keep talkin', keep on poppin
