knew he was an animal but only she could reach him they found her not too far from there dead in raised up underware goin' out with teddy was better than expected
Übersetzung: VON. Besser als erwartet.
and get this money, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die
Like Showbiz Come Bigshot Lets Show Dis Its Aggros Time U Better Take Notice Nowadays I Stay Focused I Gota Be Noticed I Cum From Da Bloks Like Jennifer Lopez I
you better be ready with your heat. If you wanna know if I'm really a "G" then get out your car and come see! And I'm like a battering-ram, knockin'
protected, Some of us gotta go but you know it you expect it, I gotta believe, in more than I see,in something better than this, whatever it is, I need
do you think she's trying to impress? [Chorus:] I think you'd better hold your tongue Although you've never been that strong I'm sorry to say that I
does the other one's will I will return I will not burn Down in the basement I need my head examined I need my eyes excited I'd like to join the party But I
she wants son" Homeboy, you better get a clue She's on my dick cause I spit better than you What you expect her to do? How you expect her to act in the
dicks, fucking chickens with no ribs, that's why I ain't got no time... [Obie Trice] Yo', I woke up fucked up off the liquor I drunk, I had a bag of
I return the favour Guess it's time to go home Ooh ooh I got my mind made up and it's getting clear There's better things to go than staying here I
when I'm goin up inside her Problem number one is gettin money I'd rather taste the green than sip the honey So don't expect nuttin cause I ain't offerin I
ain't cracked out,then I know you should Be able to give me a clap,to match exact with the track And since I know that you ain't,I expect that Oh now
must climb out Dig out,crawl out,hide from the fallout 'Cause when I get mad I go all out ICE cooler than the coldest cube,dude And when I'm micin',boy,I
your kids [Chorus x2: Ill Bill] I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs I put the C into 'Caine an' the
difference, baby, yeah, I better hold it now, I better need it, yeah, I better use it till the day I die, whoa. Don?t expect any answers, dear, For I
I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed But without it I'd be last, so I ought to laugh So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more
