I want to with you Girl, I want to with you Put a little ring, third finger, left hand Stay with somebody Who will love and understand Girl, I want
Übersetzung: David Ball. I Want To Be With You.
i called chocolate chip Wit the sweet toffe crisp And i still cant get enough Your what i want Your what i need I wanna taste ya (taste ya) take ya home
you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (Got
right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"} Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know like when the cops come, you never hide
Rider" David Hasselhoff Felling good ya'll following achieving my call This is stuff you play when you bouncing to Del Almo Mall This is stuff when you pick up, you
I'm the shit You try to be sick I be ridin' with silenced machine guns While you be tryin' to be Tip I'm still hood I move minus the bus pass Out with
condiments. They boytoys? Nah! I aint shake or stressin' Cause I know how to ball like David Beckham, oh! So where'd you get those buns, I'm lookin' for dome hun, I
you what you want You treat me so unkind, But if I'm good and give you love You throw me down a bone, But if I'm bad you make me sad An' leave my love
Gettin' ten times hotter than any you other cats get Practice You lack this I'm the real McCoy First with Jeff I was startin Then with Martin I'm a Badboy
up like some crank calls You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls I'm almost famous You dream of trading places I have been changing faces You
next thing you know I was throwin' rubber bands Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I
you so damn lame Now how you gon' ball if you got no hustle? How you gon' pimp if you got no game? How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle?
what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (
grass Stash the right bitch pull out his kite from this white bitch Talkin' 'bout dear ghost, you the only nigga I know Like when the cops come, you
I. See I been that way since knee high Real dope boyz so you know I trap or Dizzi No lizzi I'm hizzi Like kells I believe I can flizzi And yeaaaahhhh I
they hunt me Whatcha momma taught you HUH?Whatcha momma teach you (HUH?) Don't know why I fought you, don't know why I beat you STAND UP to the systematic
