Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strange, artist - TelaDate of issue: 04.11.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Strange |
| Ss.ss.uh.uh.smoke that |
| Uh.ss.ss.hit it |
| Ss.look bitch. |
| bitch hit it uh |
| How many niggas wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight |
| How many niggas wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight |
| How many niggas wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight |
| How many niggas wanna ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight |
| With Mr. Gun-Clapper blast, who got murder for that killer slash |
| Thug rapper, as these niggas begin to come after |
| Me in the middle of the night |
| Is it Mr. Mike or did I change my name to Victor |
| In the middle of the fight |
| Quiet, shh, on the set, light up ya blunts and cigarettes |
| The richer G’s get, the bitcher these niggas |
| My picture gets painted like Leonardo de Vinci, fully of envy |
| Texas was the spot niggas got shot and fucked ya memories |
| Send me the flyest MC that’s tryin' to see |
| And Suave come pound, they got hung, broke down to the highest degree |
| Well I be, the bitch wanna fuck Mike for free |
| Either slide me a G or get the fuck up out my ride see |
| My oozy weighs a ton, when you niggas see me run |
| Got game to fuck a nun, blame my gun |
| I leave you shakin' son of a bitch, I’m rich |
| I’m quick to hit chu' up (Nigga) |
| It’s them strange motherfuckers that don’t give a fuck |
| I was born and brought up where these streets be the key |
| Erasin' suspicious and heartless niggas on the streets |
| Some live in poverty, even though a nigga be slangin' dope |
| And dodgin' the Feds cause them bastards want me broke |
| Back flashes of prison, for ninety days I’m doin' bad |
| No money for books so every day I’m livin' mad |
| Born to be tough through all these miseries and pain |
| Standin' strong through these struggles of this deadly game |
| Visions of body bags and my homies closed caskets |
| Illusions of prison and pistols pressures that I blastin' |
| I’m out to live with no time to play |
| I got the tendencies to kill in relentless ways |
| Straight up, cause life is a trick bitch, if you weep and reek |
| You stuck outta luck, seekin' for relief |
| Too much destruction, they claim we gotta make a change |
| So much trouble between each other cause ya ghetto life is strange |
| Philosophically, psychologically ya fixin' to be fucked |
| We goin' on this ride and ya bitch I’m gon' seduct |
| Nigga what, do I give a… |
| Ask the mound killer |
| Faces I remember they say dump him in the river |
| New Year’s Eve 1999 nigga |
| Virtual reality, galaxy gettin' slicker |
| Me and Crime Boss and a nigga named Mister |
| Mike to a flight, had some glitz to deliver |
| Headed back to the Suave castle |
| I had to wrestle with this transvestite who had a dick like a lasso |
| In this castle was a midget with banana clippin' |
| Bootleg sniffin' or Mr. Mike’ll fuckin' wicked |
| Ways infared waves hit his fuckin' chest |
| Blew his ass to bits, particles of green shit |
| It really goes to show ya that shit ain’t changed |
| In year 2000 life still be strange |