, Mama, Mother. Mother, Mamon, Mama, Mother. And I'm frightened too, That I might not be. All that her dreams Said a daughter of hers would be. Mother, Mamon, Mama, Mother. Mother
Tradução: Way Out West. Madre.
product of my childhood years My mother told me I'm HOPELESS, my pops wasn't around One of the reasons why I'm clutchin the pound California dreamin, chronic smoke out
A long maze Dreaming of getting stacks Making scratch the wrong way What song says We murder mother fucker's daily Black out Blow the the track out
president Dan Quayle eat a dick up. Peep game. -Chorus repeats- (Spoken by Tupac) Punk motha fucka. Fuck all those motha fuckas, they all can eat a motha
crazy but this is what you gave me amongst tha babies, who raised up from tha slavery I sport a vest and hit tha sess to kill tha stress moved out west
let my little homies Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls
only occupation hittin' avenues, chasin paper allways, and I know how to get it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way, you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way
good, stay right For the city We rep the people with honor Put the bomb marijuana Like my mother and father For the city We say peace to the drama Peace out
a bullet proof vest They call me cock-weasel but I, still cave a chest I don't wear Jheri curls cause I'm nah from the West No disrespect to the West,
: Get out of the way fat man. You got something to do Go fill up your hands till they're shining up at you. You gotta get out while there's gold in
in my hand, on my way by now, ought to be on my way by now. Oh, end this day, set me in motion. Ought to be on my way. Out of the west of Lambert's
it is, my shit is laid out Some of y'all show up but like jeans y'all fade out, whatever Fly out the crew hit the beach in Miami Niggas watch me shake
woods are different than rain from, Bats will fly] I could've told you, 'Til we landed our way out, I could've you, 'Til we literally found a better way out
a megastar) Put your hands in the sky Let your freaky colours fly (Get 'em way up high) You got style and you got game So get it out don't be ashamed