'm never missin' a beat Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat Never missin' a beat, never, never missin' a beat, never
Übersetzung: House Of Pain. Nie Missin 'A Beat.
Bilal took control of the floorSo jump out your seat, move your feet cause the beat's completeI'm never missin a beat(Never missin a beat) -- George
and Bilal took control of the floorSo jump out your seat, move your feet cause the beat's completeI'm never missin a beat(Never missin a beat) -- George
analyze You're lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize Her face ain't never shed a tear through
: [2Pac] Whassup? It's 2Pac. Can you get away? Let me come swoop you up. [girl] You know I got a man. [2Pac] I know you got a man but he ain't gon
mad for He misses his mom even though she was a crack whore Comes through the backdoor so dad wont see Cuz after school at 3' he gets greeted with a beat
We Livin In Pain And It's A Shame That You Came And Got Drained And Listen Mayn Stay In Your Lane Midwest Choppers Find It Murderers Monolog Come Out Of A
whippins Tryin' to make it to heaven, still livin' Make a visit, stop by the weed spot grab a dub I know grams gon' have me a grub I hit the front door
fed niggaz something nutritious But you will appreciate what a sacrifice this is And I know you ambitious young men, you have my best wishes Have a piece of this pain on a
qualified to analyze You're lookin' at a bitch who specialize in tellin' lies She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize Her face ain't never shed a
the same Ya got it down when ya appear to be in pain Humpin', funkin', jumpin', jig around, shakin' ya rump, and when the dude a chump pump points a finger like a
it down when ya appear to be in pain Humpin', funkin', jumpin', jig around, shakin' ya rump, and when the dude a chump pump points a finger like a
it the same Ya got it down when ya appear to be in pain Humpin', funkin', jumpin', jig around, shakin' ya rump And when the dude a chump pump points a finger like a
she never could escape you She was in love and I'd ask her how? I mean why? What kind of love from a nigga would black your eye? What kind of love from a
the street now all aim is lost The pain and cost, for his mistakes But never even really a sinner, its gonna be a long winter Its gonna be a long winter
