me They hide outside, the ceilings is cryin' Listen to the sound of the gutters runnin' Wash that dirty town All fronts and no backs Give me my time
to bother me they hide outside, the ceilings cryin - listen to the sound of the gutters runnin wash this dirty town all fronts and no backs give me my time
Prevod: Jane je z drogami. My Time.
they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my piss
my crew blue strings in my shoes Mary Jane and some loop while we swags in the coupe I'm addicting to smacking hoes Tracks, flows Crenshaw Boulevard backing foes L.A.'s Finest and L.A.'s behind us Gangsta, hoochies, essays and whinnies D's
Mary Jane no more baby (no more Mary Jane) We call it Maria (Maria that's that fire fire fire) It's that fire (It's the fire) Y'all know what time it
of anything makes you an addict [Scales] See I love my reefer, love my Guinness And I don't fit into society, I'm a menace Slap my balls on your rack
Unless it's trench coat, no clothes underneath She hold me down, stash O's at her mother's house and her brother's house We maintainin, she said "I ain
on my thunder now My mouth is getting dry and you see the veins in my eyeballs Looking like I just doused em in alcohol I light a Newport I'm also addicted
remember the name We met for the first time in fiction We saw Jane run, so run Jane, run Jane has become an addiction You see, Jane's gotten serious
it up, light it up Smoke it up, smoke it up Exhale, exhale Now let's sex to the cut Girl you got that sex weed, I just want to hit it all the time Sex
Jane up that tree Oh and now you're giving me so much pressure Makin' it such a task to stay I tell you honey, it's you is my addiction Can't let nothin
tryin' to sell us, Propaganda in the can got your hand in the fan, I run my own planet live my life rebellious, The people propelled us, Mary Jane's
Jenny said when she was just five years old You know there's nothing happenin' at all Every time she puts on the radio There was nothing going down
Jenny said when she was just five years old you know there's nothing happening at all Every time she puts on the radio There was nothing goin' down at
hold of this, rip tight like it's your last bit Futuristic, hi-tech computer chip Lyric that's beyond the year 2000 The dominant, confident niggaz is conquering Overminding, my
