Was not, was not, was not in the mood Fifty nine times the pleasure, nothing new Lost all of my curiosity Numbness is slowly infiltrating me It's been
Traduction: No Fun At All. Pas dans l'humeur.
Was not, was not, was not in the mood Fifty nine times the pleasure, nothing new Lost all of my curiosity Numbness is slowly infiltrating me. It's been
the mood I'm like a child at school You're the blackboard I concentrate on you You close the curtains, I am certain this is more than fun Your fingers
at?) I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at Bitches screamin everywhere and niggas is wildin' Two minutes ago we was all jokin
fireman put her out All she gotta do is call up emergency And I will be on my way to the house Not now? I know somebody home Don't leave me noddin' baby All
Our story begins on a sunday afternoon Just between halfway tree and spanish town Where a young boy Not yet the cock o? the walk that he would soon become
that cracka at ya front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know ya Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya Catch ya at point blank
you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips But still shine light down on all my peers I know they weird... some queer, I still want them to share And all
computer lovin' type of shit Lookin' at you from the inside of this internet I'm in the mood, and my tongue is in the mood Ladies, can we have a little fun
I hope its not to late [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the
me, thugging 'til the casket dips But still shine light down on all my peers I know they weird some queer, I still want them to share And all the success
: Mmm ... yeah ... I'm hungry a lil' bit. I just ... MAN: Hey, you can bring your friends if you want, I got my boys back at the hotel ... so what
own thang Well my family sets all the trends From soul to soul, large to lose ends And I all my groups like kill? 'Cause that's where the money's at
got my 38, I hope it's not too late One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit
crooner Smoke 'em up later, if not then sooner Hey what we gon' do in ninety-two Even though we had fun in ninety-one Wonderful my days, all things comin
just let yourselves go and doowutchyalike Yeah, well tonight's your night Just eat food, try not to be crude or rude Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood
[killah priest] This goes out, to all the brothers that lost somebody And all the brothers who got brothers that's locked down Sisters too... [unknown
