never left Wishing I chased your Monte Carlo down and gave you my vest Or better yet I wish they never let you out And I never got that phone call tellin
hennessy wishin you never left wishin I chased your Monte Carlo down and gave you my vest or better yet, I wish they never let you out and I never got
Übersetzung: The Game. Never Be Friends.
wishin you never left wishin I chased your Monte Carlo down and gave you my vest or better yet, I wish they never let you out and I never got that phone
friends, it's got to end, I need to know Am I just a night of lust, a lost temptation Is someone like me his destiny he'll never know I gotta find a
friends I'll make my stand right here with my friends I'll make my stand right here with my friends Get low Now I know who my friends are I'm never coming
gettin it, get gettin it, gettin it mayne. [Verse 3:] You know me, I be everywhere tha thugs be. Convicted felon but be everywhere them guns be. I'm
L.T. Never had a friend like him He never had a friend like me Snorted half a grand of dope On the flight together Broke trying to make all night together Now Lil' Ten gon' be
I want all my fuckin' money but bitch you got to die Nigga Verse Three: {B.G.} The game ain't the same you can't be lame You got to be a true thug ain
shit To cold to get pussy whip, keep an extra bitch around in case she want her pussy licked That I'll never do, that's inedible, I got something better boo, my pipe game
it feel to be alone ? I was always thinking of game that I was playing Trying to make the best of my time. But only love can break your heart Try to be
in the back of a pickup truck Riding with the boys and pushing the luck Singing songs loud on the way to the game Wishing all the things could still be
Moving you out of position, out of comission [Damien] I was born 6-18-74 Bringing light to this mic like never before Specializing in the rhyme and the beats that blend Been friends
Marquis All hoes let my record show All my bitches come back for more It must be the way I throw my thang It must be the way I spit my game Look 'em in
Style Bass! Ghetto Get up [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] To some, "Ghetto" is a name; to others a tradition In the city of boom, ther can never be an addition