ha Laughing, what, you laughing at me? Laughing, what, you laughing at me? Laughing, oh, what you do on the weekend? Laughing, I wanna look when you're laughing Laughing
Übersetzung: Guess Who. Lachen.
: Don't wanna tell the story again anyone who's everyone already knows what happened sorry shit worked out this way was the only thing that anybody really
want to but you have to. Don't be a mark, cause niggas might laugh you straight off the mutherfuckin block. Can't deal with bustas so they asses get clocked. geah, who
get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters Soon as I come home it's like I get the third degree Where ya been and who
man, make plans Listen to your voice A woman's tryin' to make decisions We should leave them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes
ain't got no mutha fuckin friends Thats why I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the
: P.S., Coolio, Lek Ratt Hey, that nigga Ronno get stress. Say what? Is that right? I heard he wont see the streets 'till he about forty-five. And guess
I run New York) [50 Cent talking] Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like that? Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere, [laughing
we'll be busy singing, "The wicked witch is dead!" Once upon a time seems so like a fairy tale, I guess For us it's true Who's laughing now? Blood pours
: You were so young And I guess I'm old Open your eyes I'll keep mine closed I prefer standing And you take your seat I'll be wide awake And you'll fall
the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Uh huh Thinking back when things were so easy Got me laughing
reprise A slow blur existence Wading knee deep in sin Clutch at the ulcer Acknowledge the frailty within At dawn we begin again You who have never seen
pierce their nose, and walk around in torn pantyhose, oh yeah I like the "what you say?", they listen to the punk rock I like the kids who fight, I guess
: Who makes up all the rules about those girls I want Who tells them all to laugh, who tells them all to talk about me And I'm not sure what my purpose
who'd ya think you are. And here we are, steady we roll out over you. When it's over it's over, for the soldiers who hear me, that'll get me in trouble
I've been staring at the page For what seems like days I guess I put this one off for a while Did I see a tear fall from your eyes Or did you laugh
we knew how to laugh And we knew how to cry Yeah, we sure knew how to live But we don't ever Never say die Never say die I guess you'd say we
