Bản dịch: Xtc. I T ' S N E A R L Y A F R I C.
R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A To places close to home,far away L.A.,New York
Come on, come on Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the So on and so on The I C E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the
a rhyme comlicated as a puzzle Dangerous and as violenl as a pit bull in a muzzle But this record is for radio s-t-e-r-e-o It not to be banned or
anyway We ain't down with nothin', I don't care what you say Yell or lie, don't even bother How low will a brother go for a dollar? Public Enemy broke a
I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah And let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah We doin', big pimpin', we spendin
to gain attention new dudes I can get you B E T and T R L too You wanna be in the public, send your budget Well fuck it, I ain't budgin' Young did it
the road Limos with full bar F-E-R-G-I-E F-E-R to the G (Will.I.Am) Fergie Ferg rock hard most definatly on the M-I-C with L-Y-T I called Lyte so
, t-t-t (Ay, ay, ay, ay) T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you
t keep it to myself I love that T E, double N, E double S double E G I R L T E, double N, E double S double E G I R L Ah, nah, nah, now, now, now, no
to hate they gone feel that cake In Baton Rouge keep a big attitude real rude L.I.G im real cool don`t thank that im a lil dude A Peter Pan quick knock
do honey And then they do me and I'm glad they done it Yeah, I'm with D-R-E, the nigga that make beats with that nigga C-O-O-L, cool, we so motherfuckin
the R E E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J, ain't no bitch who can
raise a C H I L D Broke my heart when you didn't wanna be with me And all this time I was a fool in L O V E Why, why would you make me feel this way
crowd scream Now my name hold weight like a triple beam Wu-Tang showed me How to get the C.R.E.A.M. I'm a microphone I'm a microphone fiend Whattup
! People always say, "Too Short can't rap" Now I drive a Benz and my bank is fat It's like crap, put a 'C' on a rhyme Ain't nothing left homie but a
rumors are passin' still Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal You need to stop, hatin' on The C N O T E, D R U, and the L U
