the over there shit Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit I'm on some Milky, I don't care shit I don't care
Prijevod: House Of Pain. Više Tu Sranje.
up Catch a welt From the buckle Of my belt Now tell me how that felt Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit (3x) I'm on some Milky I don't care shit
Backed up Catch a welt From the buckle Of my belt Now tell me how that felt Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit (3x) I'm on some Milky I don't care shit
passion's inside for you The night's that I cried for you A man's has these feelings too Same shit that y'all go through I been here before Sometimes the pain
got news for you, I'm something And I know you know that I'm something too Yeah, usually I don't get into all this battle rap shit And all that shit
could get leveled nigga [Verse 2 - Jae Millz] Yo, we are Young Money, Nigga you can't chocha, It's about to get real ugly, Amarosa, YM vultures, there
If you've ever lost a loved one I pray for you... 'Cause there s a sad and lonely comfort In the hollow of your eyes But don't you let it take you over
t think y'all ready for this shit (y'all ain't ready nigga) Nothin but some real gangsta shit (gangsta shit) For them niggaz and bitches out there (Yeah
You don't know no real shit, nigga This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga
Yeah, this is a ghetto prayer Prayin' for all of those who ain't got it We gotta get it there, we gotta get it, here Yeah, the people starvin' for somethin
rapper But I'm a monster when I hafta smack the shit out of a novice actor Using my 'hands solo' and I don't need chewy Over your head like Yamakas
up we gone come on down all these hoes niggaz suck my dick Im down with my click all that hatin shit, that shit aint even thick that shit is kinda low
love they way I look on the ouside But inside I be painin, Is it every gonna stop rainin? Nuthin but thunderstorm clouds over above me Shit I used to
to lie in, I want to change, but I ain?t trying It ain?t justifying, my grand pops dying Moms, I?m sorry for the pain, there?s sunshine after the rain
t shit compared to one small cat with gats When we came here we cut off all kind circulation Breathin', eatin' the whole situation When we do our shit, we do our shit
