the end? Doesn?t it feel good To be yourself at the end? Doesn?t it feel good To be yourself at the end? Doesn?t it feel good At the end? Doesn?t it
Übersetzung: Film. Das Ende.
my mouth than Baby (bling bling!) G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis Old flicks
Don't tell, wont tell, baby say ?I don't talk, Dogg unless you told on me? - oh well Take a picture wit me, what the flick gon' do Baby stick to me
't tell, won't tell, baby said I don't talk Dogg but she told on me, oh well, take a picture with me, what the flick gon' do, baby stick to me & ima stick
next level Imma be rockin over that bass treble Imma be chillin with my mutha mutha crew Imma be makin all them deals you wanna do (hah) Imma be up in that maylist flicks
I'm just here for the partyin' I hope that's okay (Okay) But there's no way I'll stop because this sophomore's a monsta Even though I'll end up doin'
t mean to interrupt But I got this bag of weed, would you care to have a puff?) Okay, grind it, (mix it), roll it, (light it up) [lighter flickers, they
is rose petals And I keep that dough handy - that sweet smell of money I sniff it, I get high, I call it nose candy Mama take a flick ? 20 thousand on
wanna Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma Don't want to do it but they wanna Just the Intellectual trauma causing dime (Barron Ricks) B Ricks stands anonymous decant flicks
I guess Because of you I need to rest, oh yes Because it's you that sets the test So much has gone and little is new And as the sunrise stream Flickers
J to the A-Z-Z, chrome Z3 You ain't balling, you ain't rolling with me Jazz said it These cats ain't cheap, they broke Take me to a flick Can't even
: Moving on the floor now babe you're a bird of paradise Cherry ice cream smile I suppose it's very nice With a step to your left and a flick to the
in the night and reach for you And turn on the light and to my dismay You're not there You're never around Or is it me? It's so hard to see I flick
She's a smooth operator It's all so calculated She's got a calculator She's my soft touch typewriter And I'm the great dictator [Chorus] A simple game of self-respect You flick
for this shit to last So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass And all's well that ends well, ok? So I'll end this shit wit a "
vanished from your face As you disappear I re-invent you From my imagination You'll never be erased There is no way to bargain with the future In the end