like an angel singing Baby come back Come back to me I think I'm going crazy Baby can't you see That I love you Oh, baby come back to me Now
Übersetzung: All Star United. Baby Come Back.
message like an angel singing Baby come back Come back to me I think I'm going crazy Baby can't you see That I love you Oh, baby come back to me
front, 2 niggaz in the back Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz Then i start thinkin', i should rob all
by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten
Think about the orphan babies Got no moms and dads How can we sit back and not try to make it right We gotta come together We gotta fight for life
phantom sittin on dub" money. I am talkin "cold champaigne at tha club" money. And no I ain't emotional but baby I love money. To all these A&R's that's playin stars
't have to tell you, you should know I'ma superstar Now bitch come grab my bags be a part of my entourage (Super fly chick) {Baby I want you to be my
and cold Everytime she thinking I fold, seven figures get sold Meth, all in your chest, or inhale it all in your nose Cops don't know about this Method, but smell it all
miss the call, baby doll Cause most of all, I'm on the marquee Read my interviews, posted blogs (aw baby) Traveled the world, they know who we are [
: This song right here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city
she's breakin' me Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g Come to find out, the girl never had me She's the baby's mother but me I ain't the baby
bitter and cold Every time she thinking I fold, seven figures get sold Meth, all in your chest or inhale it all in your nose Cops don't know about this Method but smell it all
on my arm when I come through bladed all popped up we gone come on down all these hoes niggaz suck my dick Im down with my click all that hatin shit,
cracked All we do is dollar stack, get twisted like bottle caps While you on the block getting indicted, we island hopping Globe trotting through the friendly skies flying United
crawled out from holes Now you souped 'cuz you slithered up the todem pole Flipmode Squad affiliate of of Time-Warner Send all you punks back to decorate
