Gonna like what I give you, gonna like it bad Don't like what I give you, gonna make me mad (Chorus) Adam and his apple Billy and his Gin Love to me is sin
Übersetzung: VON. Love To Me Is Sin.
say Gonna like what I give you, gonna like it bad Don't like what I give you, gonna make me mad [Chorus] Adam and his apple Billy and his Gin Love to me is sin
if you were me And I, I just wanna love you, Oh oh I, I just wanna love you Verse 2 I always said that I would make mistakes, I'm only human, and thats
saints I... Used to be scared to rep Him, they'd say I'm brainwashed But after I got know to Him then all the shame stopped They think I'm deranged,
I'm an F A N A T I C FANATIC! I rep Christ till I D I E FANATIC! I'm not extreme, I'm redeemed with faith. I serve a God who's extremely great. I'm a
[E.D.I Amin] At times, I look through times wit' so much anger Wonderin' why it keeps on pa*sin' bringin' me the danger No singal hard time is a good one At times I
thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me Blast for me, the task after me
hard to see The future is looking dim I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin I'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love
: (Graham Russell) I'm not afraid of losing you or saying good-bye If someone needs you more than me, I will understand why I'd never stand between
?t say so if you were me And I, I just want to love you Oh I, I just want to love you I always said that I would make mistakes I?m only human and
say so if you were me And I? I just wanna love you Oh, oh I? I just wanna love you I always said that I would make mistakes I?m only human and that
mangled, I ran into the night Leaving all of love's ashes behind me. The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet. The words to say I'm sorry, I haven
me bury murder me or drop me I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me [Layzie] Little thug from the land nigga never ran Motherfuckers out to get me
em up And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck I'm still runnin' from feds, ? all the disrespect But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh What
budge, mud, drug me victim The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me Keepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin with thugs so To the
when I take that bud to the brain Toke, choke, holdin' me smoke until-a me strained, feelin' no pain Better be packin' your weapon, 'cause my shit is kept And I
blessed us Gave me true family I can depend on 500 Benz with the Synchro rims on Now I can get off when the wind blow But I'd like to thank you, Jesus
