Oh girl, I'm mad about you I'm mad about you Can't you tell When I look in your eyes I'm mad about you I'm mad about you I go crazy with All of the
Översättning: Slakt. Mad About You.
go get high 'Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch And you bought it, so don't be mad I got rich Ask your grandparents, is life the same
court You know what I'm sayin'? It's all about the money, baby If it ain't about the money, it ain't about shit To all you niggas runnin' 'round here
Said fuck you, with a capital "I", look who's back to antag-gonize You don't like it, you can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back
million records worldwide later I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator Haters getting mad, they done had enough of Shady You slay me, nothing you say matters enough that you
gets Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast I only fuck with mailmen, with heroin from Boca Niggas that'll smoke you while you
-ggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast I, only f-ck with mailmen with heroin from Boca N-ggas that'll smoke you while you
pneumonia, and it made me sick as hell You niggas counting me out can get the riches still You're all in the Matrix, should've picked a different pill You about
nigga, nigga named M-o-e I represent that Southside, yeah the 3 hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive you know we stayin playa made, you know we
through the force of the imagination, you dig what I'm saying? But I see your mind's playing tricks You thought you got the channel but you couldn't
rabbits like a addict So if you can not rap, I will just slap you If you wants to pick up on your nose be shows The chrome and then we cap, you It's
that you rappers should know You are the bombs an' I will defuse you I am the lawyer an' I'm goin' to accuse you Of the ultimate rhyme crime an' you
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this As we proceed to give you what you need 9 to 5 mother***, get live mother*** As we proceed to give you what you
Cream with bloodstain 2-5-to 'cuz the crew stuck in the game A quarterly, you vs. me, and try to slaughter me The door was locked, top lock stuck, bad
If you don't repeat the actions of your own success You won't be successful You gotta know your own formula, your own ingredients What made you, you
.. If you don't repeat the actions of your own success you won't be successful You gotta know your own formula, your own ingredients What made you, YOU
gettin' loose Nigga, before you get sprain wit some hot shit While you run, I pop shit, yo ghetto ain't no harder than mine Fuck that block shit, you
