for you The gallows on the hill cast a shadow for two As me and my love hang alone at high noon So this is me getting over you, getting over me
Übersetzung: Kids In The Way. Getting Over You Getting Over Me.
died for you The gallows on the hill cast a shadow for two As me and my love hang alone at high noon So this is me getting over you, getting over me
This is me getting over you getting over me The line is breaking The sun is sinking There's nothing I can do To get back to you There's nothing I can
you, you scared to ride in my car cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby) You don't have to worry you can ride with me
you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your
you made me The hate and evil that you gave me I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people for Four hundred plus years You should be scared
coming from you know he turn, he aint bullshitting cause you know the way they're doing brothers down there this aint right you know what I'm saying but you
welcome you all to Webster's Laboratory I'll be your host for the evening, Chris Webby if you didn't already know, Step right in, let me show you around
bitch, what you mean how'd you Get suckered into this you gonna jump into my truck And then try to get truculent? [Royce] You should be suffering, you should be cooking You
you that rich? Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch? Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? [Dr. Dre] Man, don't do it
love you And you love me too We were meant to be cause shorty You love me And I love you too And I promise I'll be true to you [50 Cent] Go shorty,
, we're robbing you in lipstick and wigs, what? Yeah we brawl, but you took me out and let me see it all Braggin' 'bout the shit you got and now I get
let you go We just wanna tell you Just wanna let you know That we' ll stay around So what else can you do You' ve said all you have to We' re coming
face was good The way I wear my jeans up over my boots is hood And my cash is good, the grass, spread it out, over the hash is good The grasp who be hypecast
we holding they glocks This is family, nigga, niggaz can't stand me Next up, my little man, I hand you the jammy [Sun God] You know the fam, what it
a uey, then pulled off Miss Gloria screaming, nobody seen him by the store Beanie and Jamal, freaking on the lawn Told me, if they get you, call Ruck
