How 'bout you, how 'bout me, how 'bout you Do you like your love soft and warm Do you like it hard, hot and long Like you're ready to die Sometimes
Übersetzung: Cheap Trick. How About You.
mama taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her... life in tha hood... is all good for nobody remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties Me and you
you can't see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking
And you know me, I'm that nada cat Type to loan you a buck, get my dollar back You holla at, me Like you want me to trick, trick I trick you into
niggas can you feel me(I gave you we taking over) I'm so hood And It you're not from here you can walk it out If You don't know what I'm talking about
but if my life was at stake, you wouldn't be at hand... 'cause you just use me to get the better seat and you don't pay no mind anything that i bleed
down another Here comes another Brainwashed brother Shut up do you know How dumb you sound? That mentality What keeps my people down No one wants to Live in an urban war You
it comes to the get-down, get-down Ooh, you know you said you might have to come through And show me how you do [Chorus] Can you do it (I can do it)
untold, about to unfold How do you expect me To ever believe, you won't be wit' me [Chorus - Missy (Nicole)] Why you all in my grill (why, you all,
Hey you gotta get it together or leave it alone You gotta lead the way or be the clone Stand there before the world holdin' microphones You gotta
each hand Nigga you about to be buried in beach sand I don't care if you broke or not I don't care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not Nigga I still smoke
Hit the gates bro You gotta get out You gotta get out, why? You gotta get out You gotta get out, why? You gotta get out You gotta get out, why? 'Cause
, you're face to face with Scarface You tried to ice an X, but thats a motherfuckin' waste Your schools fucked up G And your momma shoulda warned ya about
, you about to be buried in beach sand I don't care if you broke or not I don't care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not Nigga, I still smoke the glock
your housekeepers You was mesmerised, how could you be surprised? Only gave it to her Christmas and the fourth of July Oh, you had it going on, with ease you
, tree top heights Be careful how you move the traps are covered in the lights Landmines be disguised as welcome signs I'll repeat it so you ain't got
cause he weak as fuck! I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up You better hope you and the