be done To make do, with a safer option A breakthrough, two to one Two to one And I hope I'm not shooting my mouth off, again And I pray I'm not tempting
to receive that we're happy Here's my heart Here's my heart Here she comes Yes I hope I'm not shooting my mouth off. Here she comes
Übersetzung: James. Shooting My Mouth Off.
hard to receive that we're happy Here's my heart Here's my heart Here she comes Yes I hope I'm not shooting my mouth off. Here she comes
Gun under my undershirt I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet" She say the hair on my chest
this building and shoot And fools got my brother hostage, man [Savon] Fuck that!! [King James] I don't want nobody shoots 'til I say so, you understand
don't come to Jers' Gun under my undershirt I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet" She say the hair on my
My midwest niggas hard Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card And down south we set if off Blow ya fuckin' face off And down south we set if off Blow ya fuckin
Short Now back to the subject, my boy Mc whatever you say You can't rap like me, rappers like me make real hits Rappers like you talk bullshit, I told my
:] Ya'll renegades mess wit my click (yo!) Ya'll renegades mess wit my click (yo!) Ya'll renegades mess wit my click (yo!) Ya'll renegades mess wit my
round the campus with my 'fro and dick Every twenty seconds, I'll be grabbin' my dick Full of alcohol at the football games Doin' more drugs than my nigga Rich James My
, walkn round the campus wit my fro on pick every 20 seconds i be grabin my dick, fulla achohol at the footbal games, doin more drugs then my nigga Rick James, my
microphone My ultrasounds show me holdin' a microphone That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone Like James
She started screamin like a demon, Put tha barrel in her mouth Shot a load in her face and then I blew her Fuckin brains out... [Chorus:] Six shooter on my
west Puttin' holes in ya vest [2x] My midwest niggas hard Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card [2x] And down south we set if off Blow ya fuckin' face off [2
that microphone My ultrasounds show me holdin a microphone That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone Like James
you know My motherfucking name I never play fake Easy does it, do it easy when I execute To that nigga and the darkside when my weapon shoot Shoot again
can get it started [Hi-C] Crawf Dog come through, slap meat in ya mouth Beatin it out, yeah we freaked it out You sure know how to get a brother off off
