one thing I'm sayin', 'I love you' I'm in love with a thug I'm in love with a gangster, yeah I'm in love with a thug I'm in love with a gangster, yeah
wife, as I live this double life [Denise Weeks] I'm in love.... with a thug I'm in love..... with a gangsta, yeah *2X* [Jim Jones] It started as a
Übersetzung: Jones, Jim. Ich bin In Love With A Thug.
me I'm runnin' across the chessboard with a gat, ain't that ya queen I don't gotta play this game clean But I'm a play it like I mean business and I'm
A Bitch , You Shittin Me, You Think I'm Lyin When I Say I'm Pop By Bill, Bitch,You Shittin Me, I Lived Dirty All My Life But U Think It Aint Real Bitch
do better You in love with a thug, saying you down with whatever You know what's up with the long braids and Hennesey breath I love ya to death, relaxing with
talk shit, I don't throw back trash at 'em I come through in a drop top, laugh at 'em, wit the girls behind me 'Bout ta throw a pass at 'em, they with
I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty gitty, I want some dookie love [Juelz Santana] I'm like hey baby hey
stop sign Mamma passed now my n***a Hawk dawg I'ma miss Everytime I think about him when i'm drivin' I'ma just Verse 2 (Pimp C) I'm a screwed up affiliator
a vulture with a lion heart I eloquently breathe fire I speak for the Eastsiders like I got a Long Beach speech writer And I could teach riders how
horny 'Cuz I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty gitty, I want some dookie love I'm like hey baby hey, ain
like a reef high [Chorus] All day long I sling, I'm so free like the song I sing, I'm soo freee likeee Alex Haley retracing his roots I'm free, like
, over punk as nigga in cells (damn) All the grief in the cells, spin on shelves, I'm running out of time, cause I'm living in hell (yeah) [Jim Jones
Call me a drunk or an alcoholic I'm ballin, motherfucker! [Chorus: repeat 2X] I'ma-I'ma keep it thug 'til the day that I die I'ma keep it thug 'til
now I love you Just don't break my heart [Yung Joc] I think she love me (love me) I think she love me not(not) Anywhere I touch her turn to a hot
do better You in love with a thug, saying you down with whatever You know what's up with the long braids and hennesey breath I love ya to death, relaxing with
[Talking] Songz. [Jim Jones:] Jones, Songbook, baby. And my boy E. Hud. You already know... I'm so, you so, we so fly. [x8] [Verse] Listen, Maybe it
