now Take everything you can get your hands on Save me save me from this yearning yet again Have you any idea What its like to be me
Превод: Америцан Хеад Цхарге. Да се \u200b\u200bмени.
I get some ketchup for my fries?" Well he looks at me And I look at him And he looks at me And I look at him And he looks at me And I look at him And
ll get done up on black man's sun up Cap the imperial, bring out new material You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head Wu is in town, catch the hand-
fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance I'm the head nigga in charge
you sold Tryin' to be me, keep it real dog, you'll die to be me You wanna know how it feel, don't you? To have a murder charge, took gun to the American
to the head So tell me what it said, so tell me what it said Verse 1 (charged) 2 straps and a mask a hundred thousand dollar lick and that?ll get me (charged
mamis (Tell me, what you, want from me) Tell me, what y'all want from me? I'm not guilty I see how you comin' at me now, I'm cool I'm not the snitch
'em sign blank papers It's the American way, do my enemies pray or is it just me? Hustlin', hopin' the fiends trust me Talkin' to us, hold up, let me
make 'em sign blank papers It's the american way, do my enemies pray or is it just me? Hustlin', hopin' the fiends trust me Talkin' to us, hold up, let me
All you hoes, be cryin' for these bitches All you niggaz, be cryin' for these hoes Both hands clusty, pullin' out gats Double barreled, blew off the
load, she begged for forgiveness Because it's just tears of soul And the world so cold, world so bold Gotta make it so my boy and baby girl, grow old Hold my head 'cuz I could be
, with me Only nigga that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance I'm the head nigga in charge
and Grape Kool-Aid Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me Silence a nigga
sealed No doubt was all about me and my love thing If the phone called Paul I was lettin' it ring Absolutely, she looped me the hook was good Niggaz buggin' on me
