Was not, was not, was not in the mood Fifty nine times the pleasure, nothing new Lost all of my curiosity Numbness is slowly infiltrating me It's been
ترجمه: هیچ سرگرم کننده در تمام. نه در خلق و خوی.
Was not, was not, was not in the mood Fifty nine times the pleasure, nothing new Lost all of my curiosity Numbness is slowly infiltrating me. It's been
me, thugging 'til the casket dips But still shine light down on all my peers I know they weird some queer, I still want them to share And all the success
: Mmm ... yeah ... I'm hungry a lil' bit. I just ... MAN: Hey, you can bring your friends if you want, I got my boys back at the hotel ... so what
own thang Well my family sets all the trends From soul to soul, large to lose ends And I all my groups like kill? 'Cause that's where the money's at
got my 38, I hope it's not too late One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit
crooner Smoke 'em up later, if not then sooner Hey what we gon' do in ninety-two Even though we had fun in ninety-one Wonderful my days, all things comin
just let yourselves go and doowutchyalike Yeah, well tonight's your night Just eat food, try not to be crude or rude Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood
[killah priest] This goes out, to all the brothers that lost somebody And all the brothers who got brothers that's locked down Sisters too... [unknown
I was taught, give 'em physical justice if they whylin Defend yo'self at all times, protect yo'self at all times Respect yo'self at all times It's
frontin', just to say a little somethin' Ya suckaz don't like me 'cause you're all about nothin' However, I'm really fascinatin' to the letter My all
see that cracka at ya front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know ya Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya Catch ya at point
When you're young, not much matters When you find something that you care about, Then that's all you got, When you go to sleep at night you dreams of
in the mood to speak my piece, pass the mic I'm in the mood to drink some burb, we high tonight A little bit of reefer's all I need (All I need) With
Our story beings on a Sunday afternoon Just between Halfway Tree and Spanish Town Where a young boy, not yet the cock of the walk That he would soon become
