t need a fire I can't think of a word that describes you better Than indescribable Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold Ain't that a lot of
Übersetzung: Die Band. Ist das nicht ein Lot Of Love.
turnin to a jungle (green bay) Comin out a 4-door benz and I spend a lot for show No no don't spend a lot contend with a men Lookin at my watch lke a
that it lack-l-lacks, a little creativity up on the tra-tr-track Webby's certified no debatin' that-th-that-th-that-th-that [Chorus] Baby I be certified
Intro: Corte Ellis] Stuntin like a muh'fucker I be I be I be, I be on that on that (Slaughterhouse!) On that on that on that on that [Crooked I (Corte
Bitches like where he at, they be like there he go And this verse deserve a burial Don't cry for me this ain't motha fuckin mario Yeah, and polo isn't
ain't got skills then debt it Test a kid, when he spit, guaranteed that you will regret it I'm tellin you, approach the game with caution It ain't hard
checking my clock Wouldn't it be worth a lot If you would just call me boy (call me boy) We've been talking a lot Saying it'd be worth a shot Saying that
all original Not too political...a little cynical About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of ca-ca I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa Don't
pretty, so in love with the game the futures looking pretty so in love with the game I'm about to build a city and call it hip hop, ain't no stopping
Michel] I'm just a, simple man, can't you, understand If you know like I know you know I got a master plan Ice up that finger with this, wedding band
style is a child it was roudy and ruff Such as life, when the dope ain't sellin' The soap ain't smellin' Ripe dough ain't swellin', no hope but nope I ain't
With a hostile gospel If I can't have tres or cuatro Little vatos Imma let a lot flow What they sell Up in Osco Up a nostril That sound like Tech N9NE
a lot of the real niggas be showin love you know wha I'm sayin, i really appreciate that.. all the dope boys be comin out all the home girls be showin love, but a lot
't though, and you wasn't there That's all I knew, so I grew up thinkin' you ain't care I know it wasn't fair, but ay, it wasn't fun But now what's done
us, Globetrotter nigga When you see a plus sign in front of like twelve numbers on your cell that's me callin to tell you that I ain't at home (yeah)
that luv to get high Those that give me hugs And those that give me Kisses Please drop your panties and grant me 3 wishes Those that love me and those that
