this life's got on me Picture a cup in the middle of the sea And I fought back in my mind Never lets me be right... I got memories, I got shit So much
번역: Pearl Jam. 난 일이 있잖아요.
ten on the dot Now my beeper started beepin', I threw that shit in the sink I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Prince See, I was quittin
's on everything I own But I swear nigga love every strap I ever owned Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster Straight gangster shit, I match my
on to the funky shit I said Jersey's in the house, Jersey's in the house I said Brooklyn's in the house, Brooklyn's in the house I said Uptown's in the
Oh shit I'm empty but I've got a shake to the side So don't even tempt me Runnin the program Cypress Hill on the real with the Pearl Jam and I'm packing
can't get through I tried to help you all I can Now I can't do nuttin' for you man I can't do nuttin' for ya man You got all these people on your back
dance to the dawn like Lucy Pearl 'Cause you got that thang, thang And we can do big thangz but go, easy Like I told you before 'cause I don't wanna
through the rough shit head on like mountain bikes I'm about bookin world tours and showin up I'm about givin my seed the things I ain't have when I was growin up I
, and half snap ya Kodak moments I capture, like an escaped convict Pearl Harbor, bomb shit Handle B-I, on some calm shit I can't get enough of it, the rough shit
hot with a pearl handle And I'm throwing text like a NBA ref I got all gold guns like they came from IRAQ Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these
life's got on me. Picture a coffin in the middle of the sea. And I fight back in my mind. Never lets me be right. I got memories. I got shit so much
Pearl Jam clones are everywhere Fuck that shit, go cut your fucking hair Seattle sound is all around But where's the huevos in that sound Go to the Whiskey
me tonight And then some, I'm handsome with a diva habit Competition, I crush them then I brag about it Exquisite, who is it? Heav D and these ladies got
Hill I strack when I swoop. Clack, clack, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang. When I hang with Stone and I kick that funky slang. I got the funk when I got
me no 2x Don't give me no lip, i've had my fill of it Don't give me no lip, i've lost my taste for it Don't give me no lip, you've got to face this shit
to devour, cuz I'm hungry for power I rise the towers, I'll retire your mans And it never backfires when I devise a plan I sprinkle money showers, I'm
