just got back been gone too long Wasn't my idea, didn't pull the trigger Oh, I but I'm just so glad I'm just so glad to be back home, yeah I just got
Übersetzung: Cheap Trick. Just Got Back.
Well just got back Been gone too long Wasn't my idea, didn't pull the trigger Oh oh oh I I I I'm just so glad I'm just so glad to be back home, yeah
fuck for free, then you can dance on credit Trick-ass niggas just spoil 'em Payin' 'em more than the club that employs 'em Checkin' that booty movin' To me it's just
head to my nuts You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine Just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind Back in time I recall how she used
won't see parole imagine life as a convict that's getten' old plus with tha drama we're lookin out for your babies mama taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks
too pale to run that scene The So Cal sun has grown on me And that girl (That girl) That girl (That girl) Started with a bottle of cheap champagne Now she's got
unpaid 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
be shitting on your boys I need an alchocelzer Since I heard Plies I done brought the phantom back We ain't got me a 52 inch Made backs turn Eating like
m back I kept the super sperm trapped in the jimmy hat I gotta bitch I been dyin to fuck So many niggas tryin to fuck In line to fuck Baby girl, you got
I'm back I kept the supersperm trapped in the jimmy hat I gotta bitch I been dyin to fuck So many niggaz tryin to fuck In line to fuck Baby girl,got it
day And don't understand why a nigga got an AK Callin me an African-American like everything is fair again, shit Devil, you got to get the shit right
(let me know, let me know) Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick like me, I got to live) [Missy - Verse Two] Talk is talk, and talk is cheap Tell it to her
it Just awakin' shakin' once again, while you breakin' achin' Start me from the camel's back Dig it? Now I'm strikin' back Playa's gone attack just like
down My life to the rocks Livin' in a shoebox Social security They like the poor in me Bring out the whore in me Then knock the door on me Cheap tricks
kicks Got a million of occasions, to show you tricks Don't have to sing a lullaby to make you sleep Got the right machine for you to buy, it's very cheap
GOD TO FALL AT THE HANDS OF FATE, THEN OUT COMES THE ROD Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back.. [*record run backwards
cheap While they trick as they dancin' in minks Hoe, you must be crazy I know, it's your job but I ain't trickin' Miss Daisy I want a quick feel, a cheap
