another X-T-C (Just another) *2 (Just another) - X-T-C, yeah ! Aaah - It gives me just another - (X-T-C) It gives me just another - (X-T-C) X-T-C
번역: 수락. Xtc.
: I just don't believe How I keep a runnin' Women keep me lovin' Give me all their funnin' Rock of life seems like a hell of a load Like a hell of a
I just don't believe How I keep a runnin' Women keep me lovin' Give me all their funnin' Rock of life seems like a hell of a load Like a hell of a load
Now I'm much older, lyrical clap MC's If you don't know by now, let me aquaint you with my steez (C'mon) I don't get on stage and waste your time Niggaz
it through Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all That box, a mother*******,
heh he? Who? Damn't, for the last time There aren't any Mexicans here {hangs up phone} [Lil' Rob] It's the gangsta M-E-X-I-C-A-N Back with the rhyme
millimeter strap and true is the game) x2 So niggas miss my sicc Some niggas don't know me, niggas don't know my click That O-loc-double-C-O-G rip gut
check time I'm gone momma I love you [chorus 1] [chorus 1 in background of chorus 2] [chorus 2] [chorus 2 2x] [chorus 1 3x]
run away run away underground deep Release me from these shackles around feet. Old masters they don't own me Treat artists like sheep by they don't know
Mr. X to the Z (Who am I?) M-m-mr. X (Who am I?) X to the to the, to the Z M-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (Yeah, yo) M-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z So it's one fifteen
We sumthin' like gangsta rap cousins On my daughter I'ma die before I let you touch 'em, you know I like livin' Enjoyin' myself and I ain't bullshittin' You don't move me with fat mouth and lippin' And you don't
accepted That what? That life is hectic [Outro:] [Chorus -- 4X] Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill YaknowhatI'msayin? Cuz we can't
act like You didn't fuck up So accept the fact How many times you've been warned It's murder when ya fuck wit' Chat Don't need your sorrow or your pity
from the D.O.C. And the Doctor cause this ain't no joke So if you smile, here's the outcome: Your teeth are gone, your mouth is numb Don't get involved
as I handle my grit, talk mo' shit Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip Don't make me put a lump on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin
is bond, i ain't have shit...i had pretendo, and at show and tell i ain't have shit to show. this goes out to those who thought shit was sweet. E.T.C
