me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong I know in my
Übersetzung: Texas. Ist, was ich falsch Do.
what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong I know in my soul
down, town to town the whole court East to west side, got fan support I serve 'em with the music like a delicatessen What will I do next, got Connecticut
winds a.m. First and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cashing Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin Wrong move, ask yourself what leg you wanna lose
is the only thing I stand for Blinky Blink, yo, I know alotta nigga's tell you this, dog But I would die for you nigga [1 - Mase & Harve] Blood is thicker
t go i'll hit him hard, show him what i've got oh oh oh oh oh don't go i'll hit him hard, show him what i've got can't read my, can't read my no he can
the General Store I searched myself I searched the town When I finally did sit down I find myself no wiser than before She said we couldn't do no wrong
Wayne] I got them thing conpocky on a rubberband skinny I pull up laughing at another man 20's (ha) Yep the yunger man i run the dam city I gotta pocket
ya head up, I gotchu, I promise! All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise! Miami, I gotchu, I promise!! I'ma take over this bitch! I promise!! So get ready mothafuckaz, this is
resist it but don't get it twisted V.I.P. that means the number's not listed Membership is based on clout and how you carry yourself Now homie what you all about? I
, all I'm givin' is some dick in you Now Sh????, I told the bitch to blaze the weed Now she blazed it but that ain't all she blew Hey, I got knocked off
about the way that we livin And make decisions bout killin and feelin bout how I'll be feelin Is you hear what I'm hearin, is you sayin what I'm speakin
at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Surprising what niggas willing to do to get
wrong nigga, be a tested Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's down in Texas Some think I'm talk cos I play it cool But I ain't the average motherfucker I do
money brought me back I'm seeing crome and I do them runs flat President tent front back Man I wish them old BP's come back but I roll on 'em Hundrend