I'm not alone I'm not alone now I'm not alone I just need some time to get it right I'm not alone I'm not alone now I'm on my way home Oh Lord
Übersetzung: E-Type. Ich bin nicht allein.
I'm not alone I'm not alone now I'm not alone I just need some time to get it right I'm not alone I'm not alone now I'm on my way home Oh Lord, I'm not
I needed money But I?m too shy to ask her So she buys me chips and cheese And I tell her I love her And she?s all I need I take it with a cold glass Of
poetry. Now I'm the K-I-S-S-I-N-G-B-A-N-D-I-T, E-S-H-A-M, is on the,M-I-C, Now I make the kinda poetry, that make you wanna get with me, All the
But lady like I'm too slick to slip up or get tricked by the shady type Chomps yall talk and still wonder how loose I got When I'm in town I give the
Ice Cube' 'MC Shan' them type dudes So B.E.T.'s list was wrong, don't get me wrong I did chill in the throne alone so long This is my +My Will+ [Outro
I just came home,and ain't leaving alone Give a nigga one chance, im a have the shit sown I'm a hard worker, i don't need no handout I opportunity and
From within I dey feel am I no fit understand wetin e be way Everytime I go Abuja they buy you kilishi I dey free I dey get in loving spree when I
t leave it [Chorus: Kokane] Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely [Kain] Uh, uh, yeah Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E Q-U-double E
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked Why not? You see the recipe Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie [Keith Murray] I'm from C-I, L-I
it apart Talked about love right to the end But I'm a tell you like it is, I'll never do it again I'm from East Oakland, I'm an ice-cold player Born
I'm a star On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star I came up when Ice Cube was a young
e I'm a god, I could crucify you Exclude nobody, that means that its you it applies to If I was you I'd leave it alone I kill you or suicide you You had
the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount Ya yo, I'm sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH
that I strike with Let alone try to hold the pen that I write with You can even chop off my fingers I type with Those I hold a mic with, thinking I might
and won't leave it Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely Uh, uh, yeah, ey yo, C I O F F I E Q U double E N Z Come on