stains on the sofa Son of a bitch She left the weave in the shower Son of a bitch You see I caught them on camera Son of a bitch I saw her kissin' his
Übersetzung: Lady Saw. Son Of A Bitch.
lightening Bitch, it's thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain
They don't know, but I do though Baby my darling you make me loose composure Fragments of a million me Scattered across the floor to a certain degree
Gangsta on the tips E.I [Nelly] I was forced to live the crazy life Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like But a son know my Pop's didn't raise
guess in a million years what I just saw happenin -- and probably still is Snuck in my crib - some nigga fuckin my wiz I saw dem, they ain't see me, I
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from bein rich but now I'm all for it My man saw it like Dionne Warwick A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score
my C.R.E.A.M. The first trip without the clique Sent the bitch wit' the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes
ran downstairs looked in the closet looking for that oooh! Said a prayer 'cause only God knows what I'm gonna dooo! What I saw was enough to drive a preacher
stairs look in the closet lookin for that eeww.. Said a prayer cause only god know what I?m gonna do, What I saw was enough to drive a preacher wild,
This is a stroy about a man comin' in Findin' his woman in bed with, well, listen It's 2 a.m, I'm just gettin' in, 'bout to check my message No one has
There was a story About a man comin' in Findin' his woman in bed with Well, listen It's 2 a.m., just gettin' in, about to check my message No one has
darlin' you make me loose composure Fragments of a million me Scattered across the floor to a certain degree Where, I had to give your mama a call And
Like bitch with stocks and bonds In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm Tell a nigga I'm like flex I drop the bomb You come to war with a switch blade
lightening Bitch, its thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain
on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This
my shit swelling and expanding A one way trip down south, a crash landing Right in your pink fun I get the job done Daddy was a pistol and I'm a son of a
and expandin. A one way trip down south. The crash landin. Right in your pink fun. I get the job done. Daddy was a pistol and I'm a son-of-a-gun. As I
