in love before. have you? we stand now before a door of love. hand in hand, face to face. lips to lips, in warm embrace. hand in hand, face to face.
Übersetzung: Alle. Face 2 Face.
been in love before. have you? we stand now before a door of love. hand in hand, face to face. lips to lips, in warm embrace. hand in hand, face to face
: (Feat. Snoop Dogg & Bobby Anthony) I'm in the club, so damn gone I lost my friends and I lost my phone I'm staggering all by my lone' I don't even
: Her face, her face didnt change the whole damn time when suddenly suddenly she left the room crying turned her cards, turned her cards over they were
dem wiggas, All of us bout our business, all of us toating triggers, choppa city gorilla gang you know all of us killas, You look me in my face, look
ride with that When we meet then ya know I'ma be, poppin that [Verse 2] You know I sleep and I eat it I'm in the streets it ain't easy All year round
t want your tracks, I fuck with Medicine Men (Yep) I don't want no crap, Don't you grin in my face Cause I know its fake, Make me spit in your face I'
these crackers in this hot-ass field But you know I'm a soldier - nigga try me, I'll spank him But fuck all I said, it feel good to be the Baby Gangsta
out when you went to Angola You hit the fucking wall with all that mouthin' off And showed your true colors when you got round them big dogs [Verse 2
in the pen [B.G.] Man, we'd all have houses, a half-a-block We'd all be on chrome in a Benz drop-top [Juvenile] All the women would be big, fine with
t look right on me I stay flossed out all through the week My money long if you don't know I'm the B.G. I be fuckin niggaz bitches all in they home Niggaz
this shit together I done done it all from jackin' and slangin' nigga trust that Stealin' cars snortin' dope gettin' bust at Never goin' ta school all
the clique nigga 2-2-6 Black Connection nigga again the code is 2-2-6 Droppin' dope hits, takin' a nigga bitch While you're on that flight, I'm bustin' nuts in your wife All
peeled [Chorus]2x [Ms. Tee] Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is [B.G.] T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump Ride guns, all
black gats and macs Pay attention to gun blastin And fake buster harassin Smashin, dashin up yo street wit all the lights out Two choppers cocked ready to knot And chop up yo block Lock all
it Cashmoney boy paper chaser Evil look in my eyes Close shirts you die Camofauge dark sky bi-bi-bye-bye you die I make all rules in the game I break all
all over yo' face you easy to find Niggas front, scars all over they chest be starting to shine Like that Presidential Rolex reflex a million nine Gimme 'dat, all
