And no one gives up when you're in my arms Baby you're still not close enough That's how I know it's love, that's how I know it's love
Übersetzung: B4-4. Das ist, wie I Know.
And no one gives up When you're in my arms Baby you're still not close enough That's how I know it's love That's how I know it's love
chaptered I guarantee ya that it's gon'be a closed casket I'm bout this what's understood don't need to be explained before the money and the fame I was
screw [B.G.] H-Town, N.O. connection [Paul Wall] knah'im'talkin [B.G.] Let's go! [Chorus - Yung Redd] I know you hate when I get tired of that slab -
studio makin I'm hard so I'm bringin'it harder yeah I'm that first degree aggrivated man slaughter me I'll get ignorant with it yeah they know how I rock
, move that ass Girl you know all the thangs I can do that ass (Yaaaaay) 'Cause I'm rollin Before I hit you from the back, I need a trojan Uh she rollin
she could always got what I need sometimes I got a lil mo but I grew up watching g's on the set gettin dough I made b's n c's up in to 5th grade it went
I gots this I'm 'bout to fuck the game up, just watch this When it's over I bet I see a profit I'm a CEO, I'm a artist too I'm a hustler, I can get work
know I be iced out Hot Kizzle, the hot boy with no slugs in my mouth I'm an ex-drug dealer, used to have drugs in my house Now I know how I'm livin with
I drive I'm G'd Up, A Soldier now, Thats gonna be til I die Feety gonna hold me down with the tracks you feel and vibe Yeah I used to get loaded, I got
Ooh girl I'ma do ya something nasty You know how I roll You know how I get down you know how I'm from Uptown You know how I get down It's the real on
God damn!!! ([B.G.] They hollerin') What's that smell? [B.G.] That's that nigga who will never get well [Turk] God damn!!! What's that smell? [B.G.] That's that
jewels Is it the shoes Or do you want to see what a nigga gone do I know a nigga plottin' up ta jack me Or nab me Thats why when I ride on my lap be The
click clack of packs 4 niggas 4 keys, 4 tryin to play I gotta correct it, split it 4 ways I'm about having things, thats all I've been hoping It's open
head That's how I play it nigga, I'll blackmail you wit you rown life It aint right, disrespect you die on site That aint no might, that's a fact You can believe that
: [B.G.] It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in
two birds of flour it's sour but it's a come up fool I'm on that dope it ain't no secret but that shit ain't shive How am I stay high stay shive and