ho baby) Why can't I have you? Baby, why can't I have you? (Ooo baby) (Why can't I have you?) You know what I'm goin' through You're breakin' my heart
Übersetzung: The Cars. Warum kann ich nicht Du.
why can't i have you you're breaking my heart in two you know what i'm going through oh baby, why can't i have you candy smile all the while glinting
a minute and Smile Why is everybody so serious! Acting so damn mysterious You got your shades on your eyes And your heels so high That you can't even have
man, I hope he forgive Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed Nigga you stunt, I pull out And you see I
ain't nuttin left to be identified Evacuate the crime scene fast Why I heard the Feds had a warrant for my ass Why, I won't touch down 'til I see Tiajuana
I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breather you breathe Every dollar I make you make I told you we'd make it to the sunshine
t nobody else care I'm out here on my own At least in jail I have a meal and I wouldn't be alone I'm feelin like a waste, tears rollin down my face Cause
starts to overlap/repeat*] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight
gun salute I salute you my niggas, stay strong I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you To all you bitch made niggas, I'm comin
kill for cars Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T
, Since you figure that you ready to box You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx And I, You really don't want none from Pac Cause I'll be strapped
You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours You got to tell me, you feelin this shit Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm killin this shit
me I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga I'm
your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned When I rhyme
, you the bag I'm the knife, you the stab I'm the driver, you the Jag) I'm the ice, you the bezel I'm grimy, you ghetto I'm the bow, you the arrow I'm
pay That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts
bars So I'm telling you so-called stars Don't come around in your luxury cars Fool, I swear you must be flakin Come around tellin cats what you're making
