'm heading for I may just lose my mind But as long as your beside me Nothing can go wrong I got to have you next to me Loving me, loving me along I'
Übersetzung: Head East. Loving Me Along.
Now keep it movin, move around, get off me Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip) Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip) Now keep
monium [? ] when you see him, damn Baby you look good you're giving me wood You should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood [? ] you and me both Break
East side It's murder; from Kelly and further East where peace signs and street signs is unheard of You can either collide with me or ride with me [
stalked East New York GZA maintained Franklin Lane I was going to Thomas the Jeff, where students got slain Old Earth got nervous walked me to Shaolin sent me
sure Pimp so hard, a nigga drag his mink on the floor Won't you admit it? I ain't gotta talk because I live it Any chick fuckin' with me, believe me
Weed now this is Kallie Weed pum the version but then it's want to me want to no understand (BOW, BOW!) and when me come about it dance me understand
? the East side It's murder; from Kelly and further East where peace signs and street signs is unheard of You can either collide with me or ride with me
so decisive And I don't care if you like or you hate me I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me You label me a paranoid schizophrenic Known on this
could hide away if you felt you didn't fit in French police wouldn't give me no peace They claimed I was a nasty person Down along the Left Bank minding
good It's all good, it's all good ?Cause I love my hood, love my hood It's all good, it's all good ?Cause I love my hood, love my hood Sittin? on the
-story house in east palmdale Give it to me now Palmdale (Hell yeah) Come back to me (I need you and I love you, baby) Palmdale, come back to me (Check
on my feet like they was combat boots They fit my feet like Cinderella when I'm shootin' hoops Why oh why do memories keep chasin' me? Sometimes it makes me
tell me what you see Its about money it's bigger than me I told my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yeah Don't miss, you fuckin with the
nuthin' about me scary Chiefin' in the club try'na find me somethin' hairy Dippin' at the bar Smokin' on the stokey Since I came home from the pen seems like everybody know me
year old So he packed his bags and he headed out To find out what the world's about He went to France, he went to Spain He found love, he found pain
was safe to try and chop me Run for ya life now here some Mr. Funky and I'm pissed So watch how many heads I'll be the takeout Boy ya better look out