that I'm in over my head, over my head, over my head I'm in over my head I'm in over my head I'm in over my head I'm in over my head
over my head Over my head Over my head I'm in over my head I'm in over my head I'm in over my head I'm in over my head
Tulkojums: Gulta. Pār manu galvu.
happenin what? The beat become my soul, I'm goin out of control Look in my face as my eyeballs roll Back in my head and the mic glows red Step in my face
go Good party over here, everybody over here You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here All the bottles over here, even spread it over there All the models over
, this girl make the rain drop Giving me pain in the same spot Go in my pockets, my wallet, I got it She getting my dollars the same [Incomprehensible] Umbrella's lit
When you're the one that lit it? I can't wait for the day I stop pretending that I'm really okay when I'm not I wanna know how it feels to be over you
the outcast comin' to blaze the grass Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass Dre, pass me the glass of wine So I can pour it over my homies grave
peeping the scene So when my niggas trail Screaming out one eighty seven and bail Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now How my nigga
weapons from my shelf These niggaz wanna take my health My wealth check yo self Tryin' to get in but they couldn't win We took it to tha head with a fifth
you, you you yeaahh now from the introduction badass he had you blushin,my first discussion was strictl if all this body touchin kissin and huggin she fillin her head
Ever seen in her, bowling pins dawg, she stacked like it Now I'm at the bar, chicks treating me like a star In my face, asking questions, and can they ride in my
up, I try to make it quick I tell you about my greatest hits my latest flick was a porno 'Cuz I reached that level I fulfilled all my fantasies I passed
some head? 'Cause bitches all over wanna get fucked I just need one with a lot of butt Me and my homie rollin' and smokin' Flat booty bitches took over
I can show ya Why is my shit so funky it stanks? Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew You might of just learned
pull it And if you trip, get pistol-whipped By a psychomaniac sick in his head Wanna be a gangster, now he?s dead His brother took over, ain?t no sweat
