Übersetzung: LAX. Forget You.
No Good For Me Forget You I Really Wish I Could Get You Off My Mind As Hard As I May Try I Cant Forget You I Just Gotta Forget You Bre Talk To Em
that you've been wilin' out Everyday of the week, and you tear the club doors down What's happenin' with you, wodie? You doin' that 'cause we bound? You
so you know I be Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin [x2] I got my flag on so you know I be flaggin [x2] I got my flag on so you know I be Flaggin
(repeat 4X) Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party... Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 2X) Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party...
: Uh, hmm Hurry up a bit Yeah, yeah Chorus (3x): I like the way you do it, when you do it When you doin, what you doin Check this out right here
, but you owe me You soul, nigga roll, go outta control Cuz if they catch you, they gon' stretch you And I bet you they will let you bite a check Wit
x2] [Esham] Light-years away, my style when you push play I have you havin more Good Times then J.J. You know what they say, don't put up the AK Cuz
hearda ya A son of a gunner and I'ma kill a everyone a ya Somethin' you've never seen, put you in a guillotine The psycho labelled me as a killer teen
hood, cause ain't SHIT good, YEAH!) "You know somethin Robin?" [x8] "You know somethin Robin? You're takin too many chances." "You must be joking!" "You're takin too many chances." "You
: you know the irony of life is that you have like this big dream to get where you wanna be but once you get there you start to dream about where you
one doesn't matter what is 'Cause these kids, a little bad but Here they come like a bomb, hope you lay low 'Cause the tre, from L.A. ain't no joke Marq
and white tees Me without a gun dawg, unlikely You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat' Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
like a force field, you won't get me I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me What the fuck? Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X) You know, we
fooled by the rocks that I got, the assets You get back what you put out And even if you take the good route You can't count the hood out After a while you
Jada and the Ghost before every X verse you hear the dogs bark OutKast changed the game ask Rosa Parks [Chorus] mic skills ain't got nothin to do with ya gender Clef 's ill but L
a hold on in trusting you [Refrain]x1 A quoi bon se voiler la face There's no future in the past Efface une a une toutes les traces Qui t'obsedent
s the Q-the U-the A-the L-the A-the D 'n'.... Tellin you about how I caught a crush once upon a time ago Yeah, you wanna hear it? I wrote a song about
