good look at my face You'll see my smile looks out of place If you look closer, it's easy to trace The tracks of my tears The tracks of my tears People
Oversettelse: West Go. Tracks Of My Tears.
just want to breathe Falling My world?s up and I?m almost Falling My hands over my
? Waste man! Don't waste my time Hello hinos its the N-dubz woah! Na na naaii its N-dubz Flip, flip N double A Uhuh Uhuh Souths finest; N-dubz North west
, dog? Waste man, don't waste my time Hello hi, nasty N Dubble Nah, nah, nay, it's N-Dubz, flip, flip N double A South's finest N-Dubz Northwest, west
Steady puff L's, I fight hell like Spawn My moves are animated, my crew's reinstated While you cats suspensions are up in my deminsions We can ease
I come I get dumb, diddy, dumb, diddy diddy, dumb dumb And here we go, here we go, here we, here we here we go A lot of niggaz bitin' off my old style
struggle I'm killin' my enemy, breakin' 'em off and not givin' a fuck And I pray to the Lord my soul to keep When i go to the sky Thank you from savin
tear yo' mammy and your crew plus you for this Them Daddy dollars, y'all, my shit harder, dog I'm from the city of Caprice and them parlors, y'all I'ma go
t there when them tears bein dried by the sink (damn) It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner I ain't mind, my table chairs
'n Yall Aint There When Them Tears Bein' Dried By The Sink It Was Cold In The Winter My Community Centers Who Gave Me Dinner I Aind Mind My Table Chairs
And connected with my down south niggas Here this year My nigga rap bone came to tear the club up Yo my nigga chock came to tear the club up My nigga
By what they say It's been a whole lot of years since I shed tears For my fears I downed case loads of beers and drank jack with my peers So never
cents 'Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak english I'm makin' ducks shed much tears I buck
back, guess what, yall go against us I'mma die for my team, drop shines for my team Laid back, yall know the beat my glock steam Cats hatin', steady
gang up in your face I run a race with the West to my back While you're the reason why they say niggaz in the West can't rap Ever since the white Concourse
my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino High-rollin', takin' over your local casino Year after year, my music pleases your ear That's why my
my surrounding. And shatter domes, abandon cats with tatted homes I use a cat gun to shoot anti-metaphorms. I leave my claw marks to indicate my battle
