People you all have been wonderin' Wonderin' why I sing the blues? Yes, you all have been wonderin' Wonderin' why I sing the blues Well I want you to
Everybody wants to know Why I sing the blues Yes, I say everybody wanna know Why I sing the blues Well, I've been around a long time I really have paid
Übersetzung: BB King. Warum ich Sing The Blues.
Why I sing the blues Yes, I say everybody wanna know Why I sing the blues Well, I've been around a long time I really have paid my dues When I first
way I'm fuckin everything until I'm peepin it Why you tryna do what you already know that I'm the king with it And, you don't wanna come behind me with
hard But only buy the shit that I can't afford That's everything That's why I truck big fat rings Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup
B you doin your thing I say playa I should I play hard like the Notorious rapper Slash B.I.G. slash Christopher King of New York the Emperor Slash
to wonder how I keep from goin' under I'm a cold muthafucka I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang I don't know why, I love to gangbang See
, rhyme hard But only buy the shit that I can't afford That's everything, that's why I truck big fat rings 'Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I
a medical situation Because the way I'm fucking everything until I'm peeping it Why you trying to do what you already know that I'm the king with it And
I Get I Get I Get Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky I Get I Get I Get Funky Funky That
:30 I'm wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy
live [d-nice] Bust it, yo I love to diss whores, I love to do tours Makin young ladies just drop their drawers And when they drop em, I don't kick em
'em make you more cooler, Am a rich dude, baby this is big dick rules, I make dating R&B chicks cool, And I aint got no cooth, I aint got no roof, All I
I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two tracks When I wake the dead, everybody remove hats We miss ya'll, can I get a hand clap? Now back to rap, why I
