t know how you'll be what are those eyes what are those smiles what are these tears I don't understand (you) maybe it's a lie maybe you'll drive by but
for so long Please, please help me I need help Please, please call me I'm not well I thought that I was ready I thought I could be trusted by myself Please, please
Übersetzung: Drive By. Please, Please.
Übersetzung: The Sainte Catherines. Bitte Drive By.
swinging for so long Please, please help me I need help Please, please call me I'm not well I thought that I was ready I thought I could be trusted by myself Please, please
to please me, then please me Don't tease me Let's get off the heezy Girl I'm fiening You got Lil' B.Geezy Tweeking to do ya something I'm overheating Please
you feel, the feline eyes and I watched you in your sleep this piece of heaven by my side I wished it could forever be spend my life by your side the
Street brawls, bar fights, we war Worldwide we tour Shit we saw deep, paw Can't sleep, paw E.K.R./P.N.C. came far I shine, you shine like stars Drive
be One among the few and chosen The title of MC Is harder to achieve than many wanna believe Been deceived in perceiving this MC-ing with ease Please
met the red tide, driven to the rum trade for the army that they created. But the bullets were bought by us, it was dollars that paid them. Please
: [Luke] LET THE BEATINGS BEGI-I-I-I-IN! [Excerpt from the Cheech & Chong track "Pedro and Man At The Drive-In," in which a man is whipped and gives
a good friend to me Where would I be without my dogs No wonder why when times get hard Cause it ain't easy being who we are Driven by my ambitions, desire
, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson Still stucked up in a f**k session, Jersey where the ni**az flexin Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
diggin' as if i'm curious full blown and furious baby get a grip when I be doin' this It's so physical my attraction driven by alchol beware of
to get high and pull drive bys Burned my folks, can't control my nine Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please Busta ass motherfuckas tried to
probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray to black Jesus to please
ya passenger, hit ya driver G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver (You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver) [Chorus] As times go by
