hanging in a swinging door. (why do i-i? ) Why do I keep fuckin' up? Dm(7) keep fuckin' up! Keep fuckin' up! Keep fuckin' up! Keep fuckin' up! Keep fuckin' up! Keep fuckin' up! Keep fuckin' up! Keep fuckin' up! Keep fuckin' up
Μετάφραση: Παξιμάδι. Fucking Up (Live).
Don't fuck me up with peace and love Don't fuck me up with peace and love Don't fuck me up with peace and love Don't fuck me up with peace and love Don
.S.A Now you got war on your mind, put you on front line and you will die, die, the American way [Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] So I woke up at the crack of
my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up And in order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how
the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps Cracks in they Jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep No 'lax' in my tracks they potent Fuck
niggaz from the waist up And I ain't, wettin' no parts you can't touch with makeup Mr. Jacob without the Ladder It don't matter, clap your wake up and
they to get you Fuckin' witchu, that small time crack dealin', nigga He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up
vibe, muh'fuckers The first B.I., 'Ready to Die' muh'fuckers So 'Who Shot Ya', 9 to 5 muh'fuckers 'Bad Boy For Life' is I, muh'fuckers And it's back
up being a dead body Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul For bricks or snow, niggaz will fuck
hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller, I'm registered voter, motherfucker quota Give some baking soda and a quota Man I flow straight up
massacre Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso Bounce in a Minivan Astro after my gat blow Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough Roll up, light up, and
time, the fuck is that I'd rather be in jail then broke, this shit is wack Jizzle only word for ya dog, this shit is crack Use to hide em up in my crib
'll be in a whole new tax bracket We in recession, but let me take a crack at it I'll probably take whatever's left and just split it up So everybody
up with the rocket launchin Ya nigga say he's getting dizzy The car seat's fuckin getting sticky He leaned back, his whole chest plate's cracked
you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck
I hear today's about straight trickin Pimpin to me, that aint no bullshit sayin Fuck you! Fuck what you're goin through, fuck your hood Mother fuck a
