번역: 딥 퍼플. 페인트 그것 블랙.
breathing 'Tis some visitor entreating, entrance at my chamber door Some lost visitor entreating, entrance at my chamber door This is it, and nothing more, deep
it to win it Making my paper independent, got seven years in it Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish Man it's a dirty game but yet I
about how you deal wit it you feel me.. listen here [chorus] When life seems hopeless It make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches, helps to get it
at home? I was told by a chief it's the games nature When you're glowin' some will love and some will hate ya It's real people Black men walking wit
shelf The swell black box with the silver plate he'd picked out for hisself And I packed it full of grub and hooch and I slung it on the sleigh Then
catch it in your face b-tch Good game Wayne mayne I deserve a naysmith, Cook game gain flow dope in the vein flow I?ll only be smoking the purple out
missile It's like, as I approach the two three hearts death's in the blow Still one sixteenth of a gram is critical when it enters, so It's the classic
torment and pain The maddened sea engulfs me I let myself be swallowed up The magnificent weight upon me Deeper I go, deeper down Didn't think it could
Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions. Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album. Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced in. Watching doves cry in this purple
comin' up I get money, stay true, get your paper up My vision's nocturnal so I'm grindin' all night I gotta cup that's rather purple so it's oil and it
care about my money, wasn't hearin' it Looks can be deceiving as Chamillion paint appearances You know how we do it at home or schoo' and purple syrup
shelf The swell black box with the silver plate he'd picked out for hisself; And I packed it full of grub and "hooch", and I slung it on the sleigh; Then
"You know the epilogue by James Todd" Think about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think about it
bottom There ain't nowhere to go but up baby It's just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me Listen here When life seems hopeless, it make a
equator Setting like an ember thrown to deep water From crimson to black But coming back tomorrow on the horizon The blue pain fades to a point Where it doesn't fade, it
servin that coka its la vida loca catch her at the club ima slap her then choke her still a baller haulin, bought and i shot it call it what you call it
