I hate you, I hate you Said I hate, hate, hate, hate Said I hate, hate, hate you Said I hate, hate, hate Said I hate, hate, hate you
Translation: Tank. I Hate U.
i love when i seek it done with the speakin begun with the preachin I pray until i am one with the deacon i play until i have won whatever we win i play
Though I owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted with racism
stones I'm the fool supplyin tha dro I'm tha fool supplyin tha blow I'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do Tellin me that you diggin
please wait wiggity wait but kuwait won't wait Desert shield a field full of confused hate Soldiers fight because they're loyal, while tempers boil On u
the H u been losing the race couldnt keep the pace butta hates just seeling ur fate, talkin wut u at wut u gone do, like u the man, bumpin two bazooka
I'm a nuno I'll bring ral to your funrol Damn I mean funeral funerol You say tomato I say tamata U say get em I say got em Yea I got em Man u better
Not I Call me young Popeye Tell Bruno I'm a nuno I'll bring rail to your funeral Damn I mean funer-al funeral You say tomato I say tomata You say get
/ A full tank and a constant rush. Bliss: I just jump to the front like a track at Daytona / With a super fat 28 pack of crayolas / I colour the canvas, I
I say tamata U say get em I say got em Yea I got em Man u better keep payin me cause u don't want my problems I be wildin like capital one... what is
even show my nan Cause I am, however gay I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am I don't know it's just the
diamond stones I'm the fool supplyin tha dro I'm the fool supplyin tha blow I'm the playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do Tellin me that you
and rock heads dwell Though I owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted
turn a hoe into a house wife man I love her man, I love her man Quit lying man, I love her man I gotta marry her man I'mma marry her Don't save her
you're seventy-three A old man, when people ask you what you did with your life You'll say "I hated L.L. and I carried a big knife" Every day is a chase
dancin I'm chancin, grindin winnin, advancin Go it now im gone with a clovo full of hate And when I get to Houston fo show I'm getting paid [2] - I
good, keep they fucking bank if I take What you got, but my glock I degrate, You hate the way G's comin up with a mic, I write what u like, 'cause it
