Don't you know that you're gonna be Mine? you're gonna be mine, all of the Time...don't you know that you're gonna Be mine? you're gonna be mine, all
Übersetzung: Anything Box. Meine.
If I don't live and die for M.O.B And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns I hit your block and we can box for fun Nigga one on one Last
t like it You can keep that to yourself I think that?s best Because its mine and I don?t need to have a second opinion Yeah, I won?t deny you of anything
that little love of mine Dips her doughnut in my tea [Chorus] Now me and my mate were back at the shack We had Spike Jones on the box She said, "I can
real channel 13 stone us! Never rest! - Gotta keep moving! Anything less put my shoe in it! What you want holmes? - Yeah, we got some! Best believe it's the motherfuckin' box
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him Cuz the cars that he drives are all foreign The game is mine im so far in im speakin with an
do me Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines Love
ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children when I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in
to be proud of me (Hey Mama) [Verse 1] I want to tell the whole world about a friend of mine This little light of mine, I'm feelin' let it shine I'm
way And im just tryin to keep a piece of mine And im gon shame a motherfucker with a piece of mine Cause he tryin to take a piece of mine So im gon slice
And im just tryin to keep a piece of mine And im gon shame a motherfucker with a piece of mine Cause he tryin to take a piece of mine So im gon slice
: They forgot us on the block Got us in the box Solitary confinement How violent are these cops? They need an early retirement How many rallies will
that brown paper Bag money all on timbs, and that bad xxxxx is all on him 'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign The game is mine I'm so far in
pops] [Intro] What is that, Cristal? (No!) Dom P? (Hell no!) (This is that Carlos Santana champagne!) Oh shit, Santana DVX? That's my joint! (Mine too
cos' I can give you anything From a double dutch to a box of aspirine In case you lose your mind, I can find you a brain The job is mine all mine, as
and I write lines Its like game and Im standing on the white line More of a fan because man they dont like mine [x2] They dont like mine yeah play that