Traduction: Dead Boys. N'est-ce pas Nothing To Do.
on outta here Just aint nothin' to do I'm so sick of FM I don't play my stereo too Just wanna get out on the street fights Just aint nothin' to do There aint nothin' to do
what it gone be I see you in the crowd and you lookin at me But you ain't doing nothing like you gettin it for free I don't want to see not on that pretty
a target But they know it ain't no stopping my gang, if I get it started My attitude on my shoulder, so respect it I ain't friendly It don't take much
play, let's ride today T-shirts with starches on, cause we G's anyway Yep, this is for my ballers that ain't worried bout nothing On swangas and robbers
what happened to that dude He ran up in my face, and he ruined my mood I couldn't let it slide, I couldn't let it go Couldn't let a motherfucker, play
, I called on hoes But not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out fo' do' And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang Don't fuck with Ro hoe
that's how it seems to be An army of motherfuckers against me Dean and E Who you gone call, when my commratery come down rain Nothing but revenge to keep me sane, it ain't nothing
friend, feel me But they can't kill me, cause I don't give a fuck If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo' You ain't dealing with the same
you can 'Cause bulldaggers run game for every man True! To all raggedy bitches, you ain't really nothin' 'Cause when I get a hoe I LET ALL THE BOYS FUCK
a few 9's, Here nigga take one... "yea, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you nigga, you kno don't say I didn't look out for you. KnowhatImean?
masters And my home boys, aid to my conditions I made em all managers, execs and assistants And most of don't understand, some won't listen We might
fill the holes with laughter we ataxic your duo, don't go starting me And I am for Reeealll like Outkast apologies as long as we rockin the mic ain't
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't
voodoo Come see the one at the show of your life See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack But I can juggalo like
And get away nigga fast You ain't gonna have me face down no more You ain't gonna have a chance to clown no more To the boys in blue, I got kids too
