Traduction: God Machine. Mama.
a nigga ball everyday Covered in ice, but ice can't take my problems away But it sure feel good to know that I can blow twenties Z-Ro a money making machine
dog, yeah hawk Throw many fights in fought courts boss Never lost, so toss a nickel and change your course Say mama say mama say mama say what? (Chorus
many bum Sometimes I cooled out, while my boys were in prison I always told them that right, overrules wrong cause ever since a boy mama told me judgment
beleive it so I call my mama to calm my nerves (mama) she got down on her knees (mama) she said a prayer for me (mama) just keep on thanking Jesus (mama
Pancreatitus was taking her but God was with her I asked to show me something cause I was all bitter Right after that the pancreatitus had all withered Mama? "Yeah" Mama! "What? " MAMA
He was thinking back when he was a kid His folks were divorced His old man high on something Came knocking at the door His mama wouldn't talk to him She
stay on my son, make sure he's doing what his mama say Before you take me God help me get my family straight I asked God why he didn't bless me with
was taking her but God was with her I asked to show me something cause I was all bitter Right after that the pancreatitus had all withered Mama? "Yeah" Mama! "What?" MAMA
gassho Check it out-cho Miss pizzicato five Maki Kimi to iru Kagiri Sekai de ichiban Tokyo tte Ii machi kamo Yeah! On and on and on and on Mune no
Back when the world was flat And mama and daddy didn't have a clue, that was back Back when a pitcher of beer and a couple shots Made me bulletproof Back when God
that she cant go there, because she prays a little different to a god up there You say you're a Christian cause god made you, you say you're a Muslim cause god
got soul Ask james brown He gave me the crown when he left town I?m the sex machine Babies, text message me Takin my paper like im a god dam fax machine
man enough I come up to your job and handcuff your boss Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off Then sit you up on the copy machine
murder 1 lyric at your door Verse 1 (Kane) Lyrical buckshots to gangsta hip-hop got to stop Fuck crooked cops got this glock so try to stop Explicit I'm on some ill shit God
Her Mom and her Daddy worked all of their lives To make their little girl a home She hides out in the woods with her movie magazines Her Mama says, God
up my mama to calm my nerve (Mama) She got down on her knees, she said a prayer for me (Mama) (Mama) Said just keep on thanking Jesus, He?ll give you