번역: 그를. 그럼. 센트럴 비.
must me wrong) Because I know but I don't care, Maybe I'm wrong, (You've got to be wrong) I know I'm wrong babe (You're so wrong) I'm so very very wrong
rains in the sun And everybody got love To live and die in L.A., where everyday we try to fatten our pockets Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard
want to be alone outside Carl's been burned Better return him back to central casting Jen grows weaker her soul sneakers Are useless without laces So
rap I ride for peace but I will contradict that And bitch slap any rapper that act Like he really want it I'mma hand him his hat So act like you want
in your curtains Caressed your bare feet Poking from beneath the floral sheets I watched him flaking bits of varnish from your nails Trying to work his
Los Angeles Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun To live & die in L.A., where everyday we try to fatten our pockets Us niggaz hustle for the cash so
Guard my bed While the rain turns the ditches to mirrors By a vase of carnations from central Ohio Where the looking machine can't hear us Deep in the
see rain/as a ray] Thinking of what was once So I go in search of people [Song of] the inhabitants The air is filled with chemicals So this is the aftermath
fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson Court cases keep me guessin, plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin
guard my bed while the rain turns the ditches to mirrors. buy a vase of carnations from central ohio where the looking machine can't hear us. deep
peace but i will contradict that, And bitchslap any rapper that act, Uh like he really want it then imma hand him his hat, So act like you want it
from behind the gasometers at six-thirty a.m., Crept through the gap in your curtains, Caressed your bare feet poking from beneath the floral sheets. I watched him