They're my reasons for getting over this And it's not much better than waking up With your head in your hands And your arms are tired from supporting
Tradução: Get Up Kids. Off The Wagon.
They're my reasons for getting over this and it's not much better than waking up with your head in your hands, and your arms are tired from supporting
talk Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up So they could stand side by side again and live it up This might be the last time you hear me biggin 'em up
's Timbo King, astonishing, I'm dramatic to the ear Television tells lies to your vision So, beware of the trick-nology set off to fool the mind If you
take me for? a joke? you smokin crack? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some
standing up than die on my knees You think you can do anything you want to do To my crew when you come through, man fuck you Shooting up South Central
my brains tapped I hop a fraught car no idea where I'm headed I ran just in time to get in I don't see an endin Get off the train headed to the first
Unable to repair the eyes legs and arms Break in ya crib and I'll get your mom Tie the bitch up to the bed post Get close light it up watch the head roast
backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the neighborhood Pusha Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack On or off
me for, a joke? You smokin' crack? 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground 'Fore I put
jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up fuck around get murdered up, these streets is like
sport I even pick up your shells so you won't get caught Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bums Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs Take the bum clothes off
they found dead in the grass With his dick in his, ass, unless there was more But you won't recall because Micheal Jackson Squeezed up on some little kids
be back tonight He's gonna get another wagon and a good pair of mules And we gonna move to Texas, we just waitin' on you" Coleman's daddy pulled up in
got cotton in the bottom land It's up and growin' and I got a good stand My good wife and them kids of mine Gonna get new shoes, come pickin' time Get
Yeah what's up what's up money It's kool keith You ever go to some girl's house And they act like they livin lavish Two-thousand extreme with space chandeliers
that's just the way it is nigga Killer, Prease, Vacant Lot, Diplomat Killer, family nigga, yo, Killer, yo, yo, yo Where I'm from kids get it hectic but get arrested but get