B-Rabbit Vs. Papa Doc (Freestyle From 8 Mile) - текст песни
B-Rabbit Vs. Papa Doc (Freestyle From 8 Mile)
Now everybody from the 313 put ya motha
fuckin hands up and follow me
now everybody from the
313 put ya motha fuckin hands up
Look look
now while stands tuff notice that this man
does not have his hands up
the free worlds got u gassed up
now whos afraid of the big bad wolf
1,2,3 and to the 4
1 pac 2 pac 3 pac 4
4 pac 3 pac 2 pac 1
your pac hes pac your pac none
this guy aint no motha fuckin mc
i kno everything hes bout to say against me
i am white i am a fuckin bum i do live in a
trailor with my mom my boy future is an uncle tom
i do got a dumb friend named cheddar bob who
shoots him self in his leg with his own gun
i did get jumped by all 6 of u chumps
and wink did fuck my gurl im still standin here
screamin fuck the free world dont ever try
to judge me dude u dont kno wut the fuck i been through
but i kno somethin about u, u went to cranbrooke
thats a private school wuts the matter dogg u embarrest
this guys a gangster?his reals names clarence and
clarence lives at home with both parents and clarence
parents have a real good marriage this guy dont wanna
battle hes shook cuz there aint no such thing as half
way crookes hes scared to death hes scared to look at
his fuckin year book fuck cranbrooke fuck a beat
i could acapella fuck papa doc fuck a clock fuck
a trailor fuck everybody fuck yall if u doubt me im
a peice of fuckin white trash i say it proudly
and fuck this battle i dont wanna win
im outtie. here tell these people somethin they
dont kno about me
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