If only you would give me a reason why you're so uptight What's on your mind, what's on your mind? What's on your mind, what's on your mind? Tell me
Übersetzung: Kiss. Was ist On Your Mind?.
you. I think I'm supposed to fight. Please let us repeat this time, let's save what we had. I'm afraid to lose my mind with you on my side. I don't know
s our burden to bleed! We kill you all, die. What?s left behind? Just the shadows of our guilty mind, come on sweet death, we expect your lovely kiss!!
Because i Couldn't Wait To Kiss You OHH Now She Will Be Loved Was The One Thing Stuck In My Mind and how tonight would be remebered for the rest of your
bulldaggin' hoe will do what your boyfriend won't A bulldagger is the worst kind of player hater 'Cause niggas still fuck 'em, that's why they can't fade
Said, "What's up, Monica baby? Can you come and kiss it?" She arrived at the White House, knocked on the door, Threw her draws on the floor and said "
Quick is your tongue,soft is your lips Suck it, bitch, 'cause you can do this! [Verse 3: Brother Marquis] Let's get it goin' on, let's act a fool Listen
make you grow up what's your fantasy? I ain't neva like that have one put hands on me She got the wheel and told me shut-up And it's time for me to grow
what you talking about [2Pac:] Motherfucker be havin a one track mind. That liquor be makin a motherfucker just straight up stone cold thuggin [Ludacris:] It's
me your friends.. (c'mon, get your cash on) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid) You ain't
mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo') and never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho' Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn) Another wild-a*s ni**a that's
Tell me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!) Tell
. [2Pac] Pleeeeeease... [girl] Nah. [2Pac] Oh aight. What's wrong with your eye? Why you got on glasses? [Verse One: 2Pac] Ever since I met ya I could beat depression It's like your
Member how fuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?" and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND That's the old school to me; that's what I'
cheque I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on
Mind's Eye I See This Place, The Players Go In Fast I Got A Spot For Us All, So We Can Ball, At Thug's Mansion [Chorus:] I Reminisce On Tha Fast Times
and now I think he fucking hates me Shady didnt invite me but a star is what he made me Ill blow your fucking mind out if I told you what he paid me He
