I say I've got papers on you baby You gotta do what I say I mean business woman I've got too old to play I've got papers on you baby And I mean you're
Übersetzung: BB King. I `ve Got Papers On You Baby.
say. I'm a give it Wish due my street dues. Just stay cool. I know I got you when I need to pop you'll let loose. And you don't wanna see a thugsta hit
You was more than just the wildest nigga +2Pacalypse+, I understand your style nigga It's goin on the third year, since you've been gone On the East and
I drive I'mma still be Mary Blige [Mary] Deep inside I wish you'd see That I'm just plain old Mary Deep inside I wish you'd see That I'm just plain old
] Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em [Snoop Dogg] If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous And I'll
and they ask "What's goin' on Mr. Taylor?" "Paper" Big enough to fill a sky scraper So much you think I pulled a caper no vapors and chase Same people I find You
or dare Ask yourself can you compare to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O.
up, you niggas just huntin' nut Young Money runnin' shit and you niggas just runner-up's I don't feel I've done enough so I'mma keep on doin' this shit
that I didn't see you Damn I'm back I had to change pen I done got ink everywhere all over my hand and on my pant And how in the hell I get it way down
-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) [Bun B] Say, I'm all about this
before the dawn And that you don't know what you got until it's gone I thought I knew what I had but I was wrong And that's why I gots to write this
ballin' Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good I said, I got me some bread, made some paper Costly
No more days bitch, I ain't got the time I got bitches on my dick (dick) and money on my mind (mind) The South is on my back (back), I told it like Atlas
