don't want to do anything Oh yeah, I'm going out to get a job I'm gonna rise up to the top I'm gonna make a million dollars A couple years have gone
t want to do anything. Oh yeah! I'm going out to get a job. I'm gonna rise up to the top. I'm gonna make a million dollars. A couple years have gone
Tradução: Home Grown. Obtener un trabajo.
want to do anything. Oh yeah! I'm going out to get a job. I'm gonna rise up to the top. I'm gonna make a million dollars. A couple years have gone by
Nate Dogg] Lil' girl from the ghetto Ran away from home She ran away from home (Nananana) Tried to be a fucking woman Acting way too grown (Tooo grown
, to buy Ellene a dream house She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww [Napoleon] Another lonely ni**a with a 12-gage pump with a 12-hour rush to run and get
: When I get home from my job I turn on my T.V. But I can't keep my mind on the show When I lay down at night, oh I can't get no sleep So I turn on my
rice, shit up a storm I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone My bracelet like I raised it off the farm Home-grown
stuff When someone falls are there any friends? Harder core than thou for a year or two Then it's time to get a real job Others stay home, it's no fun
the world at our feet Sticky thin, how you?ve grown they said You?ll never fit in your long white dress When?s he going to try and get a job I?m thankful
shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan Time for me to just
grow up and you go and O.D. They're gonna come for me and I'ma have to grow a goatee and get a disguise and hide, cause it'll be my fault So don't do
Road I'm gonna leave and get a job With the help and the grace from above Save some money, get rich I know Bring it back to Tobacco Road Bring Dynamite and a
the shore I breathe their feelings I breathe no more I quit my job And pressing my luck Cause we all get fired And we all get fucked I bought a ticket
fires to your home How many times you gonna say i need help Who gives a fuck if i murder myself Im thinkin suicidal thoughts i shot a gay preacher I
says "Made in Brazil" Where a woman, she slaved for sure Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve, You know, that's a lot of money to her
