good forgotten You're good for gone I'm good forgotten You're good for gone Learned to live a life so well That's what we did best All the good forgotten
Übersetzung: The Go-Gos. Good Für Gone.
4 I'm trying to make a 3 From that 2 He still the 1 There's ups and downs in this love Got a lot to learn and it's love Through the good and the bad,
taste it Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it She's so much more than you're used to She know's just how to move to seduce you She gone do the
gone Too long, honey Why did I waste away The only good thing left to save me Hurry home Freight train running She's alone Got no money (She's alone...
live with regret for my whole life I confess, that I brought this all on my self Condemned to suffer alone, like there's nobody else When your gone, it's like a whole part of me's
we gotta go, And why's this make me so nervous? Why does everything go wrong? Why's this make me so nervous? Why does everything go wrong? I'm holding
keep it right, I'm the Heart of Tha Streetz My reputation speak for itself, it's all good Any state, any block dawg I'm all good All my gangstas, gon
don't want admit it It's cool, long as you respect me, I'm chillin Cross the line I draw for ya - it's a killin It's gonna be click, clack blucka, blucka
, to get to yo position I guarantee they got they man cuffed, if he say no that mean no They can't go there, ain't gon huff and puff That's a done deal
you another route Watch how good everything turn out [Chorus] For lil' Christopher, I'll go out my way And for Christiane, I'll go out my way For my
to deep With AK's off safety knockin niggaz off their feet I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3 I bust a nigga dome for Baby
: Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? What'cha gone do? Nigga that's All On U Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? What'cha gone do? Nigga that's
my friend Now I could change a car for everyday of the week And have TVs for that matchin broad in the passenger seat Eleven hundred Gs stashed away for
: It's comin' on the end of August Another summer's promise almost gone And though I heard some wise man say That every dog will have his day He never
-cover That ain't what's going on Journalism's dead and gone Frail grasp on the big picture Light fading and the fog is getting thicker It's a frail
