New Times (Letra)
i see no changes all i see is pasty faces
man with his underpants backwards and his untied shoelaces
im gonna die in 95 and thats fo sho’ cus ive see them races
theres a big ballon thats red with me diggin vaces
its fucking bo ya better belive i love gu-zee-bows
so now im gonna chill pop a pill and sit back and write my will
its almost over in cali and now i got a ten foot grave stone still
i got a pet giraffe in my local zoo now im taking it out on you fool
im gonna go down to da local swimming pool and not pay 2 get in
and squirt ketchup in the womens violin
i got all them men looking at me and i love dre’s ass in my ninety four spicey
dre is me real nigga and i love him for so’ i love the way he plays Triple A’s
he plays them most ways
shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
i got hos and pimps in my gimps
shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
i got hos and pimps in my gimps
(x2)
you got your mags in da shop win-dow’s
there shit and you like my co-trin-bow’s
double x-l double x-l now maby your magazine might sell
sun shine in cali while im in the police cell
but now im out on bail and all is well
i sit down at the table and i pray
before dinner my kidz will say
"daddy i fucking hate you"
and ill get my ninety four spicey
and shot em up niceley
so u niggas got a problem with this song
go fuck your self without a condom on (bitch)
what you on?
who ya fucking with?
Ya got it all wrong?
And as yo’ going down…
You put your hands on the floor so your upside down.
shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
i got hos and pimps in my gimps
shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her
i got hos and pimps in my gimps
(repeat to fade)
