you still my comic angel? looking through the eyes of a child tonight Driving me wild tonight can I unwrap you girl? looking through the eyes of a child
번역: 텐 13 개념. 아이의 눈.
번역: 텐시. 아이의 눈.
motto, feelin' rich like I won the lotto It's almost like seein' through the eyes of a crack child Dodgin' crisis, three strike system, niggaz trapped in a
a motherfuckin' monster do He a dresser from Milan that's the monster do Monster Giuseppie heel, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the Rasta and a
neck Kneel And cry for me Son Father please help me Safe delivery of a handsome child
defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners. They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs. The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a
ten years old Doin' all that I could It wasn't easy for me to be a scared white boy In a black neighborhood Sometimes you would send me a birthday card
'm able I'm breathing, I'm grateful To put on my happy face Woke up and realized This world's not so bad after all Looked at it through a child's eyes
Her eyes reminded me of what I'd lost She had a young child cryin' in her arms I asked "Senora is there anything I can do ?" There's a bar in Tijuana
Just standin' on line lookin' like a jerk Gotta get off my butt and do a full day's work I ran into a pothole, got into a car crash Should'a been thinking
You want a platinum rock? Then go see Larry He got the yellow hat, yellow Max's here, looking like me With a yellow back, pretty long hair Suck a dick like a
call Los Angeles Every day is like a blank canvas Carving my initials in the planet like I brand it Handpicked to live this life we take for granted Like a child
l up my pipe a nigga die tonight, and l'm grab a ten of real niggas start packin', 'cause a muthafucka try to get me in a jackin' and l did em'. Hit em
'm bringin' mad joy The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy" Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream On the drug scene, fuck a football
your back, got a problem with that? Fellas get me, sip Crist', count fifties Split Phillies, girly girls they bet are you a Willie? It's a 'trife world, ain't gon be nasty, you a
, got a satellite Rover With a rocket telescopic sprocket pocket pulley And a fully automatic stun gun 'cause I'm a bully My hair was woolly I'm a mullion A
a needle you phony as the fifth beetle. Fuck a B on a Deedle Rockin Toledo Like a Trooper, What Leavin your conscience in a Stuper, What? Fuck a smith
