He's stupid I'm smarting He's stupid I'm smarting I want my baby Where is the baby I want my baby Who took my baby Rose white,rose red Rose up in my
stupid I'm smarting He's stupid I'm smarting I want my baby <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Where is the baby? I
Übersetzung: Hole. Ich denke, dass ich sterben würde.
For Me I Hope It's Complete I Just Sit Low In My Seat Blow Dro and The Sweet Keep 8th On Me, You Would Think Kobe With Me BITCH! [Chorus: Young Buck
in the 70's [echo] Maybe that's why in the 90's I drop g's when I drop degrees [echo] When I ease across the block With Pac [echo] And got all you
slipped At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I
, The world used to be ours to take, Can't you see that now, I'm dyin' I know you broke your promise, That you were an empty hole, I thought I would
you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they're quite lame I had to rearrange their
, wanna stretch that... and pop a cold one huhh. like "Fuck! " Ain't too many that can walk in my shoes! I never think of losin', I do my part with a
respected RIP I'm running this motherfucka, hell ain't shit A demon told me that Lucifer said meet him at the black hole I told him "I'ma be there ain
doesn't make it real That's great But I don't wanna play 'Cause being with you touches me More than I can say And since I'm only dead to you I'
haters should acknowledge it Either way, who gives a fuck? I'm makin' me a profit bitch I got that molten lava flow, nobody hot as that I'm the best in
I'm a cash cow You probably ain't a fan nigga, that ain't what I rap 'bout I'm on settin goals, tryin to achieve it I'm such an open book but they don
the bone down inna camouflage green Nuff a dem that cant go the places we been Nuff a dem that cant see the sights whe we seen Thats why them face all
and me How shall we find the concord of your night and day And I go, oh spite, oh hell, to vows that would consis of the wind So sorrow's heaviness does
