eight months, son Checked my pockets, but I knew I had none They took away my license They said I can't drive Said that I should thank them I'm "lucky
It makes no sense to live this way But I'm gonna do it anyway Busted... for being me Busted... for being free Busted... can't pay my bail Busted... I
Traduction: DRI. Encore une fois Busted.
Traduction: DRI. Busted.
I was sellin' them 'Till I met the B.H and bust down A capella to him He said you got talent and you're goin' places I'd heard that line before but what
dies'm Larm! Sag blo?! Arsch hoch, Arm hoch, Glas hoch, A, B! C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z! Ich flow' sogar
Hey mista, look at your girl... I housed her... And she gon' fuck now, don't you know that? I housed her... (Don't you know that?) I housed her... (Don't you know that? !) I
Walked through the desert with Israel Traveled onto Mecca with Ishmael I'm crucified, resurrected - now ask how I feel A - D that I AM, that I AM From
done fucked, with the wrong one I got short patience, and a long gun And I don't talk shit, I spark's it and I bust brains And I don't play, no fucking
me a choice between real and fake, I'm gon know who to bust But if they bust me I ain't tripping, I know my death is coming I'm ready to creep the grim
to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin Then I, do it again I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking
none here I never knew how to be scared, just how to handle my infrared I love nothing, ain't my barber ride up fuck you in my head This how I feel about
and I make 'em dance Everytime I grab the mic, and take the stand How many mics I gotta break, till I make some grands They say I'm ready, cause I wreck
I want right to the throne Cause rather reggae, R&B or rap I write to the song Oh jiggy bitches ain't nothing to me, I slap them down Real niggas move
