loves chill the don daddy trina, susan, mel and patty girls wants chill like pockets on their jeans if ya don't belive me ask melanie [Verse 2: Chill
Übersetzung: Chill Daddy. Loves Me.
know only God know who bitch six shot pass me a six shot and I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glock B.G. a raising star, pass me the
come to Papi i love it when its wet and sloppy in and out the mouth peice 'till i cum no one can stop me my bump and grind will do you everytime come
Come get me 'fore they hurt me Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn't change me My daddy left me alone, and so I'm angry I never did nothin wrong, my mama told me
the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation yaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me
: [Intro- 50 Cent] She loves me, she loves me not Yeah she loves me not [Verse 1- 50 Cent] The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones ache Detox,
Let me take you to the stop, get you hot So you wanna be with me, Puff Daddy B.I.G., bring that ass to me [Chorus: repeat to fade with variations]
to break this all down, Now ain't that foul, So I asked the Lord to help me "Lord, why does this life overwhealm me?" When we livin in hell, But we chill
chimney But I?m not inviting her in Hold me, I will hold you back Nothing but the chill will let you go Love me, I will love you back Nothing but the chill
seen me? You need me, you read me Captain over, get that weed to me The champion, the vigilante Ask me what the surface could be In me like Marcus Camby
, check-check-check-check me out Check-check-checkin' me out, come on Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out Come on baby, take me
butt-cheeks Cause I know she loves me, she wanna tease and tease and rub and dub me "Hello?" Hi, it's me "Hello?" You love me "Hello?" I love you "Hello
hop's savior So after this flow you might owe me a favor When Kingdom Come, You ready? When Kingdom Come, Uh-Huh Not only NYC I'm hip hop's savior So after this flow you might owe me
they popped a tag on the indians home Drop top rag-o with the weed gone Chillin, bags in the trunk full of FEO Schwartz for the chill'uns Spent a few
mad at me I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep calling me BIG And my name
