stains on the sofa Son of a bitch She left the weave in the shower Son of a bitch You see I caught them on camera Son of a bitch I saw her kissin' his
Vertaling: Lady Saw. Klootzak.
This is a stroy about a man comin' in Findin' his woman in bed with, well, listen It's 2 a.m, I'm just gettin' in, 'bout to check my message No one has
There was a story About a man comin' in Findin' his woman in bed with Well, listen It's 2 a.m., just gettin' in, about to check my message No one has
darlin' you make me loose composure Fragments of a million me Scattered across the floor to a certain degree Where, I had to give your mama a call And
Like bitch with stocks and bonds In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm Tell a nigga I'm like flex I drop the bomb You come to war with a switch blade
lightening Bitch, its thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain
on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This
my shit swelling and expanding A one way trip down south, a crash landing Right in your pink fun I get the job done Daddy was a pistol and I'm a son of a
and expandin. A one way trip down south. The crash landin. Right in your pink fun. I get the job done. Daddy was a pistol and I'm a son-of-a-gun. As I
a n***a need them/ Prospect for a jack/ Then you can squeeze them/ To his head/ Left him deader than a doorknob/ Chose to rob/ He should have got a muthaf
Dipper, swig liquor, big liver Now that you home watch the shit differ, I dig nigga Soon as a nigga whisper, believe we jiggin' Jigga He Elton Brand in a
trace of the face, now they drew a print Though I'm innocent, 'til proven guilty I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty For real
mad like a bitch 'Cuz they shit ain't droppin' hits Rule 7, aww naw, now that should've been 1 Don't eva leave the house without being strapped wit a
-a-bitch) She left her weave in the shower (son-of-a-bitch) See I got them on camera (son-of-a-bitch) I saw her kissing his shoulder (son-of-a-bitch) '
a whore a house wife. But I dam sure tried even when she lied. Now I'm sittin here starin at this plate of grits. Thinkin about goin put a bullet in that bitch
How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hit Then spit that classical L.A. N.W.A. shit The media is bullshit, now we can't even say bitch
down stairs look in the closet lookin for that eeww.. Said a prayer cause only God know what I'm gonna do, What I saw was enough to drive a preacher
