Übersetzung: Kidnell Katie. Go For The Gold.
, and in a raging sea there was not a sound In the night, of the murderous souls Treason and treachery, fortune and gold But this tale had only begun, for
of your hand And you played it To the beat Throw your soul through every open door Count your blessings to find what you look for Turned my sorrow into treasured gold
t sow hey hey Well let me tell you somthin all that glitters ain?t gold hey hey It?s been a long old trouble long old troublesome road And i?m looking for
: [B.G. - talking] Uh huh, look, this for my dawg, Gigitty-gangsta Ya heard me, original hot boy, sterling, mosquito, duran Rest in Peace [B.G.] Now
looking down and sayin "Man that little nigga doing hid thing" 'Cause I am doing my thing And kiss my grandma for me ya heard me Man do that for me dog Kiss both of them for
: [Talking] Verse:1 B.G. I been in this game for awhile I'm a paid man now (huh bruh) On my sixth solo album I'm a made man now (yep) Six years strong
go and buy You can lie bout this stunt bout that You can't dodge these fifty shots I'm bout ta rat-tat-tat Aint nothin change still a busta wig splitter Straight hustle for
' Growin' up in my shoes best believe was hard times nigga (Chorus) 2x Hard times got a nigga in all black I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where
gotta beat em (That nigga is my lady) Four golds and I'm out there baby [Baby] I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20
red demon From the uptown region and I'm here to represent it Benz I'm spittin all black with a camafaluge ?? Seven gold darts street smart smarter than Eurkel Let's go
my friend Now I could change a car for everyday of the week And have TVs for that matchin broad in the passenger seat Eleven hundred Gs stashed away for
tend to wish I wouldn't have been born when will golden eyes shine for me stare at me, goatsuckers shriek I see so many pictures come and go all those
bout the back up plan. Now that is true, for ever tellin me that you always knew On my way to the studio, when the beat rise through, like pure as gold
I live in hotels Tear out the walls I have accountants Pay for it all They say I'm crazy but I have a good time I'm just looking for clues at the
'm fucked up and ashy My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold
no points for ya jump shot As soon as the sun rise we back on the block The stress got me feelin' like an old man And I stay on point for that red and
Dre from the gate "I'd carry the heat for ya" First mix tape song I inherited beef for ya Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya Put Compton on my back