I don't know what I might do I don't wanna think of living without you 'Cuz baby, I'm not finished lovin' you Monica, Keisha, girl I'll let 'em go 'Cuz
I gotta spend another day without you I don't know what I might do I don't wanna think of living without you Cuz baby, I'm not finished lovin you Monica
Übersetzung: B2k. Ich bin noch nicht fertig.
I don't know what I might do I don't wanna think of living without you Cuz baby, I'm not finished lovin you Monica, Keisha, girl I'll let 'em go Cuz they
on the real, so wuz happenin I'm full of that dope, scratchin, and I'm bout that action Is you bout that action, if not, clear a path I'm mad, I jacked
I'm talking about the ill lyrics that I'm throwing off the top like 1 to the 2 to the 3 (On the M-I-C!) [x4] [Lord Finesse] Peace to Illegal and A.
) And it makes me cry (Feel like I had enough) Sometimes I feel like leaving (I'm on my way) But I must be wise (Think twice) Because time (Come on, sing it wit' me now) Is not
about the Mack I'm runnin' all who dis to the side I see us jumpin' and dumpin' you punks in the trunk motherfuckers I'm drunk and I'm crunk and I hunt
my nut now I'm up I'm gone holla at ya Kittie I got through lil tonight me and the H-Beezey I can't be late I'm gone see ya when I could Here's Juve
not a lot to Rasaq, get out your clock And time how long it take em, to finish building my spot I'm the hottest the South has got, if you think Chamillion
by B2K I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me Like I'm one of his hoes or somethin' How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to
nigga to shot, I ain't tryna talk, Bring the heat to the hospital and finish u off No life is a come up, when I'm rollin with my gun up Don't get
my chain is finga roll. (Roll) See I got bigga rims, bigga speakas, bigga dough. Not to mention when I flow, it's like I let duh trigga go. (Whoa) I'm
I got it, I lock it Banger, big city boy with deep pockets See me speak, that paper better be the topic I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic I'm quick
got'cha I'm on the first floor emergency Bury me, mister I'm sick, I'm jump for joy But quickly, in my disguise to finish the j-o-b Ya see, I'm back
I'm stuck, robbed a nigga out two ki's B-32 it's up, I was loaded off that sess and I was drinkin' pluck Now I'm on a come up, I'm strugglin' I'm strivin