Let's get it on Ah, baby, let's get it on Let's love, baby Let's get it on, sugar Let's get it on We're all sensitive people With so much to give Understand
c'mon, ooh Let's get it on Let's get it on Let's love, baby Let's get it on, sugar Let's get it on, ooh We are all sensitive people With so much to give
Übersetzung: Fall Out Boy. Lassen Sie Get On.
mon Let's get it on Ah, baby, let's get it on Let's love, baby Let's get it on, sugar Let's get it on We're all sensitive people With so much to give
s up), ha look out (look out) come on (come on) let's do this here (let's do it baby) everybody throw your hands up Come on, everybody catch the flo' (come on) It's
live some people get smoked Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes Like shit get masked out over dog hoes Really doe Bullet holes be so big Innocent bystanders get
and Mac on the seat Tuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep On Sunday I'm out shinnin' On the lake on crome straight blindin' Me and my
Verse 3: Say B (Baby), I heard Cap had another baby It's a lil girl, pop the bottle let's celebrate It's your second it's all good lay it down nigga
to go straight boy I'm tryin' -Chorus- (Juvenile) I'm tryin' to shake the monkey off of me Lord please let me go where I needs to be Ball 'till I fall it's
a head it's something i always will do I always get my chill on And when i smile sparkle wit' my grill on You get yo' dome bust on in a split second
top Grab the chopper and chop At the top is my spot And nigger it's flip or get flopped Let it drip or get dropped I represent uptown I 50 round on clowns
'all thought I was gone, didn't ya? Yeah, I've been hangin' out since the intro, ba-by! Flip it over. There's some mo' funky shit on the other side. Sho
world" got you deeper in my songs Drinkin 'til I earl, spendin money 'til it's gone It's the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin on Now maybe if I died
told me, it's on you Though it was dreams when he first told me Now it's true I got love for you only to a certain exstend ni**as ain't worth s**t Cops
It's not about East or West It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money, riders and punks. Which side are you on? *gun cocked, six shots, bullets
three suckas want me to go out Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's
