away But when I asked her She said, "Maybe tomorrow, B.B." And that's a story everybody knows I took her flying Out across the sea I thought I had her I know
life away But when I asked her She said "Maybe tomorrow, B.B." And that's a story everybody knows I took her flying Out across the sea I thought I had her I know
Übersetzung: BB King. A Story Everybody Knows.
reunited with the team He was gone for a while, but back in the swing of things Amazing Chico, a king to his trade Known as Bernie B. on 9-1-7 Bass And
neck arm weigh your head Move a A-Bomb, get drunk and paint the whole town red Fuck a 5-0, hydro and perfume bottles Blow a hole through an avocado, blitz
slip into a world of my own Let the spirit escape, from its physical home Where every thought is like a new birth I had to take a break from the streets
man What about that rhyme Killah Priest... I told you son, there was never a Killah Priest There was never 'A View From Masada', there was never a 'Priesthood
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared Many a bitch, represents, and is led Whichever way no I'm not gay and really don't give a fuck bout
I know That I know that you a liar liar liar liar Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out Let a grand
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most cowardest rappers (Nas) He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth
a cobra The world's hot my son got not evidently It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually Trooping out of state for a plate knowledge of coke
the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings down here And as long as you takin' care of yo' business and doin' king shit you a king! What these niggaz shoulda
Hundreds To Throw But Believe I'm A Blow It Up Give Me A Mic In My Hand Plus A Hundred Grand Lil Weed And I'm A Blow It Up [Verse 1: R. Kelly] To All
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
strike like a cobra The world's hot, my son got not evidently It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually Troopin' out of state for a plate knowledge
and daughters With your flow, and I?m proud to be all that I know Q B O R O, nigga who I?d die for, survive war How we came a long way in solidarity
