How many more years have I got To let you dog me around? How many more years, baby How many more years I got To let you dog me around? I'd really be dead
(Chester Burnett a.k.a. Howlin' Wolf) How many more years, have I got to let you dog me around How many more years, have I got to let you dog me around
Übersetzung: BB King. How Many More Years.
to see how we do it (how we do it!) You've never seen such finesse cause you're so polluted. (you're so polluted!) I'm the king in this area hombre Knocked
invadin your space You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up? How did you know through your
laugh in the iller path The Villa house is for the crew, how we do Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches So many years of depression make
: Yeah 1 - How many niggas that'll die for you How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
down, messin' with Mase gotta go down What more could I say but hey, guess you niggaz know now ( Lil' Kim : ) How many niggaz that'll die for you How many
thirteen, G was a year older but I still wadn't afraid to throw him from his shoulders Gettin good on the hood was the anticipation and yeah, King Park
through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B
baseball bat That one rap brought many of us back All through my house I set up traps It seem like the rats have a map But nowadays I don't know how
, then we laugh in the iller path The Villa house is for the crew, how we do Trees for breakfast, dime sexes an' Benz stretches So many years of depression
King They having a kissing fight and I'm Don King Everybody know I'm coming soon like LeBron's ring" You tell me that wasn't verse of the year Man that
rhymes on a blackboard To get specific to probably make you understand What makes the 808 plan It's simple, I'm a round it off like this That's how many
How you gonna tell me no, yo, the fuck you is in Locked in a four block radius like a public prison Twenty-two year old, Dunn, ain't got a cup to piss
was a kid But I bust more shots than they ever did I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section But how many times must I point you in the
