crumpled bills I've got a stomach full of pills I've got Fanny Fox and Rubber Mills But I ain't got you No I ain't got you No I ain't got you
Prijevod: Blues Brothers. Nisam vas dobio.
for you son I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me No a bitch ain't one, you knahm sayin'? (Huh, you know a bitch ain't one) I got problems
die, just multiply Colors You don't know me, fool, you disown me, cool I don't need your assistance, social persistence Any problem I got I just put
real as hell Can't explain the way I felt Too many years I seen my brothers die And I can't say that shit was really that fly But I used to gangbang
ain't how much you say It's what you say I got no fuckin' time on the mic to play I write rhymes with addition and algebra Mental geometry don't even
same Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane Fuck John Wayne I don't hate whites I just got a death wish for muthafuckas that ain't right You got black
got the one strike law You go in, you reach the other two before you know What happen to you game's over dude On the next page, they got power in effect
it and a, I got a tape of it right here, yo, check it out} {You know sometimes I sit at home, you know An' I watch T.V. and I wonder what it would be
, do my thing while I got it Play strings for the dramatic, ain't none of that whack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got it, I
(Gucci Mane) I'm the fire, you say your mo' fire then nigga you a lie' (liar) Homie you and I, Know the trooper Thats between You and I Stupid jewelry
I'm showing you that I will be ordering itch Inside the new world, doing what I got to do to make Brown for my seeds I will bleed before a man tries to
blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep." Then I
the neck See, ain't nuttin' changed, hit the stage Set a date, sucker, in battle we can engage I'll slice you, wife you, marry you, divorce you Throw the Porsche at you is what I
