The filthy, nasty, dirty South. . I represent Albany gorillas, rock choppers an' drug niggas. We bust shots an' slugs on hot blocks for thug niggas. I'm done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'.
Child goes to the store for a loaf of bread. (Don't you love me? Don't you love me, no more?). Bullets flying all around his head. (Don't you love me? Don't you love me, no more?).
Cuando era pequeño me enseñaron. A perder la inocencia gota a gota. Qué idiotas!. . Cuando fui creciendo aprendí. A llevar como escudo la mentira. Qué tontería!.
One, two, three, four. Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah). Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye. Blow the spot with some old school shit from junior high.
Come on baby. Oh, yeah. . I like the way you talk to me. Your words are as sweet as gold. And if you were ever wanna leave my world. My life would seem so cold.
Home is a consequence, made of all you think you want to know. Life has not offeder me anywhere that I'd call home. . Pre-chorus:. Did you want me to taste you? can you touch me?.
I love the sound of your tears. I can't listen anymore. Are you choking on your words?. He never got on his knee. If one little push is all it took. Maybe one would help to realize.