Hey what?s not to love about time after time Layin? it on the line for you what?s not to love about What?s not to love about that Isn?t love about give
Übersetzung: Blue County. Was ist nicht zu lieben.
die Sweared and sacrifice for you Hey what?s not to love About time after time Layin? it on the line for you What?s not to love about What?s not to love
or territory Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story So what's left, the judge goes deaf When you try to tell your side And you ain't blue
homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old
A big bag of shrooms and the Boones wine Never uptight, see I'm that light that shines Lady's always askin me "what's your sign" I'm a Capricorn, not
routine, the cream Earing's, you know the drama Biggie bring For Big I grip the cig, put six in your wig Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what
on homey Lil' Rob, what am I on? [Chorus] Everybody is somebody's fool, there's no exception to the rule There's no guarentee that the one you love is gonna love
put us in you know what I'm saying Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state
territory, can't rehibilitate em, that's the sheriff'story, So what's left the judge turns deaf when you try to tell your side cause you ain't blue eyed
or territory Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story So what's left, the judge goes deaf When you try to tell your side and you ain't blue
Park Mexican talking] For my nigga, Filero on this biatch Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit Man it's real man, here we go Yo, what's up, what's up
Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill If you trill you betta not squeal Cause if you squeal, you will disappear Now that's for trill Chorus
9 A big bag of shrooms and the Boones wine Never uptight, see i'm that light that shines Lady's always askin me "what's your sign" I'm a Capricorn, not
dogg, it'll be smooth". I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack them fools", Next day we were draped in the county blues. I went
blue words in pink skin, so listen our daughters Daddy's little girl, dialling 1-800-Earl 'Ccause she want to do what men do Let's hit the damm, where
