kiss cause i'm gone i'm gone you know it you know by now that i'm gone i'm gone you know by now you know by now that i'm gone i don't give idon'
Übersetzung: Black Lab. Gone.
: [feat. Dr. Dre & Liz Rodrigues] [Chorus: Liz Rodriguez] I'm about to lose my mind You've been gone for so long I'm running out of time I need a doctor
yeah (Oh yeah, my mic sound real nice, check it) (Yeah, uh, ok) yessir Hot off the press, yo, yo [Redman] Check out the, main attraction, black man in
brother another of this rubble that'll hustle sometimes undercover Paint familar tainted me Minnie Mae, Black O-U-T Achin' combination that's gone take
s We go open the lab, and have us still writin' rhymes Nigga's wanna sound like you, and walk with a limp Everybody still wanna be like you, but there's only one Pimp And you gone
time will change the ending [Verse 2: Raekwon] Word to my son he gone remember you, Rubbin' on a statue in his lab that resemble you and what it meant
I'm about to lose my mind You've been gone for so long, I'm running out of time I need a doctor, call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor to bring me
cheek, let it slide Give me five on the black hand slide [STYLES P]: Give me five on the black hand side Tell you what I see through the black man's
mean to me Not the slightest clue Cause me and you were like a crew I was like your sidekick You gone either wanna fight me when I get off this fucking mic Or you gone
thought girls was made of sugar and spices Always wanted to fuck 'em like Isis While others bow down, Percival, Cyrus I'm inside my lab stabbin' rhymes on black
Come on, ease on down, ease on down This funky tack the Fast One done layed down Sipping on Crown Royal, I done found a sick sound Smooth, but rough enough for the underground Now whose gone
First verse [kilo-g]: Now if I step up on you with two nine millimeters, Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my niener Or you gone be the, next
[Chorus:] Just, just, just... Just ridin', ridin'... Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus Just ridin', ridin'... I'm feelin' you, you feelin'
that ass of models and ho's Rappin', all ya'll some rag old bunnies Ready to jump off I'm on the side fondlin' this Marcy Black car be gone, Q.B. bitches
of models and ho's Rappin', all y'all some rag old bunnies Ready to jump off I'm on the side fondlin' this marcy Black car be gone, q.b. bitches ready
doors, meet me at the airport Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed And meet me at the bitch lab
