Tell me what to do, when to let it all thru
It´s the same shit spinning and you tell me I overdo it
All ready B.C. we are having this disease
We are keeping it in another level, we gave it to the devil
I´m not a local gangsta, I´m not a damn pranksta
I´m not a white cracka who´s try to be...
I´m just a half-breed coming over the sea
To show how to put another Dee out from my sleeve
Driving Fifth Avenue pimpin' with my Cadillac
Lookin' for a bitch who would lay down
I have it in my gene to fuck up every scene
So let's put it like this and put an end to this shit!
I´m damned if you pussies won´t give me a break
Cause every phrase that I say, you want to take it away
Have your mind on my money, my money on your mind
You´d better get a job, before I put you in the graveyard
Twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years
Of good intensions
Twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years
Of self addiction
Go!
Are you ready for some pussy?
What's your problem?
This is chaos, baby!
The situation is critical and we´re being overrun
Behalf of America, why don´t you step on the gas
We´re getting back to the old-school love
And we should pump up your pussies with that stuff
Protect yourself being shot by the gun.
What this mothafucka needs is love
Put your dick in the pussy, some pussy on your dick
Sooner or later you gonna be sick
I´m not a priest or Moses or any of those
It doesn´t matter who you are, you just brought it on your soul
Give me that rose, I will put it on your stone
Even if I´m stoned, I´ll promise I get home
Tell heavenly father what happend to my mama
Is she just another sucka who forgot her own promise? Next!
Twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years
Of good intensions
Twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years
Of self addiction
(Give me that rose, I will put it on your stone
Even if I´m stoned, I´ll promise I get home)
Tell heavenly father what happend to my mama
Is she just another sucka who forgot her own promise?
Twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years
Of good intensions
Twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years
Of self addiction
(Give me that rose, I will put it on your stone
Even if I´m stoned, I´ll promise I get home)
Twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years, Twenty-twenty-four years!
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