I worked, I worked Five long years for a woman And she had the nerve to put me out But you know, I finally learned a lesson A long, long time ago The
worked, I worked five long years for a woman, and she had the nerve to put me out. But you know, I finally learned a lesson, a long, long time ago
Übersetzung: BB King. Five Long Years.
I worked, I worked five long years for a woman, and she had the nerve to put me out. But you know, I finally learned a lesson, a long, long time ago
calling I pull strings, the Don King, only in America Then I hustle, and flex my muscle [Hustlers] --Yeah, man, I've been out here running game for eight years
witcha thin-ass vest You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage Beatch - your reach ain't long
Them bustas under estimate, That's a sign of playa hatin' My heart don't pump no water trick, So sit and max to what I'm sayin' Ninety-six is playas year
like this nigga [Verse:] Yo, Redman 'Back in Business' like EPM ? D whips I drive, I gotta TV'em I tour New York down, so B.B. King'em Found my way
Fest back in '85 when the dubs and the San Dieg's used to hoo ride on motherfuckers like it was the thing to do eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year
you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Bejing When we touch down you crown renowned kings [
on the set And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in here Yo, we outta here like last year Rhyme Syndicate We gotta do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya
to snitch, True playa to don, From Veddadini, five carats on the arm, Jewels be the bomb, The four hotties, Total and Foxy, sippin' Spumanti, Bad girl of the year
ass vest You bringin' them Boyz II Men, how them boys gon' win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage Beatch, your reach ain't long enough
guitar about a year ago and I Learned how to play it in a day or so. And all around town it was well understood that I was knocking 'em out like Johnny B
for this You talking bout you an eighties baby You thirty seven years old You was born in 1968 And I open the Daily News how is the king of New York
From Veneddinni, five carats on the arm, two L's be the bomb The four hotties, Total and Foxy, sip us some martinis Bad girl of the year 96 we in gear
f-cking eyes back in place, i don?t need a case to come out a one year ace, you should see my face, n-ggas feed you BS, b-tches feed me grapes, I feed
