(I think I got jealous) It's the worst thing that I could do(I think I got jealous) 'Cause I knew(I think I got jealous) I knew(I think I got jealous)
Översättning: Hurt. Got Jealous.
disappear Like hocus, pocus, no joke, it's Push' Mercy, mercy, oh Lord, who is he? Who curse me, curse me? But doing me, it hurts me so, puts me through changes So I got
the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at? OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp Got
now And we can break up, move on and don't make up The last kiss or none of that, like a running back Got a little cheeba so what? I got tons of that
a friend kill himself over some bitch Who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday But I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with scam I got
up like that stank And get it on, slank that fitted on Came to get it on Hold up she want work that twork that Then again let me hurt that murk that 'Til you gotta hurt
ghetto got a love affiar It's so real things we did my conscience outta here I don't care, I deserve everything I earn Hell yeah, I deserve some pain, I know I hurt
all day. Ain't got to listen to no bitches and I'm disrespectin' laws, just doin' it the Bone Thug way. Yeah, nigga, you got to be crazy, fuckin' with
from the dream In it I see a family photographed And there you are tucked in the scene And there's a jealous net inside my chest There's a hurt and
ry day, the terror grows! All of Oz is ever on alert! That's the way with Wicked - Spreading fear where e'er she goes Seeking out new victims she can hurt
hand You greedy mothafuckas, I'll see you in Hell Jealous niggas wanna see me in jail fiendin' to tell Somebody call the cops For us to stop'll take all of they got
stars Face Triple Seis, the God of War like Mars That leave MC's smashed but my Squad is odd Y'all never seen relish but always seem jealous Of my extreme
they got you locked down They let you learn a trade, working years for pennies All that shit you building, was making white man plenty Got the game
the gold to the grill Cruisin' up the ave while your friends get jealous You find out, you quickly get restless You buy a gun, it doesn't help but hurt
, wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living, should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black My stomach hurts
, love suicide) You did it on purpose, purpose! (Suicide, love suicide) You made me feel worthless, worthless (Suicide, love suicide) Why would you hurt us, hurt
keys three tennis balls Peanut butter a Japanese chicken clock and when it falls On eight thirty I'm hurting it's early and my hair is dirty Teeth as
