life Walking around, biding my time Waiting for the good life So I'm going over to the other side And I do Oh, I'm going over to the other side And
Tradução: No Fun At All. El otro lado.
Who?s mine? You?re mine I wish you?d fuckin? die Somehow your ??? Now shut your mouth ??? fag! You?re a fag! You?re a fag! Better get a grip, yeah! ???
lovely ordeal you set me straight and its not the first time cant behave its neva to late to find a reason cant explain its never to late to start another
good life Walking around biding my time Waiting for the good life So I'm going over to the other side, And I do Oh I'm going over to the other side,
it go) cos we don't wanna be a t.v episode (t.v episode) and all the bad thoughts just let them go (go, go, go) beautiful girls all over the world i could
: Looking back today at songs I wrote in this notebook: They were all for you. Looking back today at a history of forty pages. This will be the last
gimmick So we thought up this dance called Throw the Dizznick In no time at all, things started growin' Charts were showin' that sales were soarin' Then all the talkin', all
moonlight Holding each other like lovers do When the pussy's wet, I'll know what to do Makin' love, holdin' you near Screams and moans is all I hear Quick
never forget' Cause her lips were moist, a touch soft and wet We danced, to a funky tune And stared at each other in a smoke-filled room I said, "What
Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make a change
in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make
a hater playa But I want all you got Your babies have babies Now we fighting each other My dogs got rabies They biting each other 'n' it ain't
back home, before the sun decides to set And little boys playin stick ball, quick y'all Get out the street before they hit y'all And as I reminisce, I
This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real motherfuckers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers
and have some fun nigga, the rest'll come nigga Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin at the wrong place at
I feel lucky, Paranoid out my mind this motha fucka's tryin' to rush me. Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin' Commin' out the court house all about
having fun opening the steam valvage I was one becoming the other hellbent to discover had to pull up the reigns or else smother take it brother all the
