the devil where to go You know heaven's got my soul Ain't gonna listen to his lies no more Last night I told the devil where to go I could have saved
Devil where to go You know Heaven's got my soul Ain't gonna listen to his lies no more Last night I told the Devil where to go I could have saved myself
devil where to go You know heaven's got my soul Ain't gonna listen to his lies no more Last night I told the devil where to go I could have saved myself
Übersetzung: Big \u0026amp; Rich. Gespeichert.
down Broadway on my old stud Leroy And the girls say Save a horse, ride a cowboy. Everybody says Save a horse, Ride a cowboy What? What? Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy Everybody says Save
Big Serg, we ready for whatever Charlie Tango, ready for whatever My nigga Pac, be ready for whatever Yeah, ready for whatever Ready for whatever My big
buddy I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funny Flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money Where am I goin I discovered, can't nothin save
know what's comin, you motherfuckers don't even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em' up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top,
t built for me and you I have a dream, no, I have a wish If we can't save ourselve, then let's save the kids Let the world go, let these babies have somethin
prayers (Look), we can't save the world through a song But I'll try to bring light to what you've known all along The fame, big house, money and the nice
s not like the future depends on it But save the animals in the zoo Cause the chimpanzee dem a make big money This is how the media pillages On the TV
these straps yeh it's unseasoned These niggas broke they joke, laugh at you niggas sit back and smoke(Ha-Ha) gangsta shit duffle bag full of bricks Add it all up save
stick up. Maybe cause the girl I thought I trusted was who set the whole shit up. Or the fact I haven't seen em since they locked Big Rich up. I know
be loved I want to be different I want a brother and sister I'd just rather be forgotten I want to save the world I want to be understood I want to be rich
streets, cousin, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back Four hundred g's, on the concrete, save that Like James
songs pressed up your vinyl Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna shine But we all can't green, knahImean? Being rich is a poor man's dream
I walks in, with that California swagger With that attitude that it ain't nothin' badder Now you can call me rapper Or you can call me mister Big money
you got to steal from the poor, and give to the rich Ain?t that a bitch, when you got to steal from the poor, and give to the rich [Verse 2:] uh, drug
