Traduction: Dead Boys. Tout cela et plus.
Can I describe what it's like To have sex with the lights on? And would ya feel right if I did ya tonight? And put the bite on? All this and more little
but more Rich Porter type, a small giant, nigga we not at all alike, the shit you just discoverin I been doin all my life. Y'all niggas call it ballin
like a baked patatoe And I'm not new at this, I'm on the jet, but aint nothing change but the pilot line and the studarist (Ah ha, Ah ha!) A guy in
That And I'm Tired Of This Rap Beef Tired Of That Gay Shit I Thought He Wanted War He Seen Me And Didn't Say Shit I'm Outta This World When You See Me
like this But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like this
the head Thug for life, motherfucker till I'm dead Mr. 3-2, boss of all bosses And I ain't, tolerating no losses And no excuses, cause this world is so shife Street game forever, and
I'm to the point Somebody better take this infrared away Cause if it go too long, and I got a piece of chrome And I want to you to come and look and see
and boys and This went down like Durban Poison Murder on the mainland Where the gang's slaying the game plan Ain't tryin to be name brand Out to the girls and
[Intro: Mr. Mixx] YEAHHHHHHH, BA-BYYYY!! It's the boys, we gon' do it like this, one time for ya mind! All the boys in the house ... y'knahmsayin! Repeat
? Shoulda said it, As soon as I did, all the Bullshit was deaded. Get it? [Big Sean:] Yup, Yup I get it, Good music bitch, Ain't nobody fuckin with it, And
Dreams of new endeavours Pub deals and owning masters And my home boys, aid to my conditions I made em all managers, execs and assistants And most of
And all of my soldiers come together Get on your feet and get ready to bust What about this war against terrorism (fuck that) And what about this war
after Flesh is seconds and you're the checkmate 'fore I diss and split I bet you'll show me nuff respect [Layzie:] I step in this bitch and I got the
pants up They don't understand us But still repremand us Demand us to like this and that and that and this And it has us pissed and after this I'll probably
ya care to bare witness to The ass-whippin' I'm about to administer To this ass-kissin' little vaginal blister Stanabis, little Marshall Mathers' sister And in this
