) Oh, are you free? (From the chains that fall on me) Well, it's not just something deep Inside my head It's not just for the dead (Dead) Ehh Dead, dead, dead
Traduction: Roi X. Pas seulement pour les morts.
folks listen and the kids Certified ghetto platinum, cause I'm a champion But it's for the money, catch it dead if you don't have no fun [Chorus] [Z-Ro] It's
[Z-Ro] Forgive me for my sins, cause I'm not perfect Just trying to get it like I live, but is it really worth it Niggas done fell to my heater, never
You always in the mood for love, that's why I'm sleepin witchu Though not the man of your dreams, my plan and schemes To be rich like a king, and live
[Chorus] Look at the grill [4x] [2x] this for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) this for my niggaz with the pretty cars
sorry for the wrong things that I?ve done I?m sorry I?m not always there for my son I?m sorry for the fact that I am not aware That you can?t sleep at
I'm focus now Not concerned about What nobody else gotta say Just do what you do Cuz they gonna talk anyway Yea Just stick with what you do But remember to Do it just for
somethin' new that's everlasting. I'm a keep it real. It's next to nothin'! Doin' the same thing 'cause less creating. Flow just borin', the spit just
you're kidding, he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?" And Dr. Dre said... nothing you idiots! Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement! (
gimme mine Never been selfish for real I put on my whole city I went from standing on corners To autographin' titties My daddy gave my Virginia's King
's got a deal While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College Hill For real, you motherfuck's ain't got half my skill I run this shit like OJ and pass for
GAME] Who's Michael Jackson, Your Michael Jackson, Im Michael Jackson, We all Michael Jackson, I guess what Im asking is everybody bow their head for
ready Tell me when you're ready for a cheeseburger, pizza pie, TV dinner, chicken baby (Fat Sweaty Betty) I gets it all, I gets it all for ya, baby I
slugs face down in the mud puddle full of blood left for dead the pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs I meet doctor who at King Drew medical
he's mad Ought to be locked up But that is not a reason To destroy him He's a sad little man, Not a king or god Not a thief, I need a crime! (Crowd)
