, tell me they lovin' it) Don't stop, can't stop, yes, I wanna (East coast say they lovin' it) Can't stop, won't stop, yes, I wanna (Mid-West say they lovin' it
say they lovin' it) Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna (Midwest say they lovin' it) Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna (All worlds say they lovin' it
Übersetzung: Little Brother. Lovin 'It.
, and we don't even kick it Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad Go toe to toe when it
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum diddy is it me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace then
hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out) I drive these brothers crazy, I do it
don't belong Nations droppin' bombs Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young So ask yourself is the lovin
tongue Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum diddy is it me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace
t so well to do, That you got a little koo-chi-koo, Takes a little bit of smackin' All your life's a-lackin' Well, if you ain't lovin' Well, brother,
his mother While my nigga laid dead in the gutter(Shit!) And it's getting to my temple Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo? It
fuck When I do it let's do it every time we gettin to it yeah yeah we gettin to it Clownz and the kings we back at it again You know we dippin again So
And the drought to find a man when the well dries up You learn to work the water without workin thirst til die YUP And niggas get tied up for product And little brothers
Stoney Creek Like i said, roll it up take a hit and then pass it That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit It's guarenteed everytime we get hoe
You got some gooder, I think you uhh, should send it by the Bird If ain't bad work, then my nigga, bitch shit, we shoot it to the curve I'm bout my Prophet
Buckshot must be what you want and desire I write concepts, I don't be frontin or be buggin I solely write the rhymes for the beats that you be lovin It
yeah Get your party gown Get your pigtail down Get your heart beatin' baby Got my timin' right Got my act all tight It's gotta be tonight my little Schoolbabe
piece of va-lac-tic, before you slack it You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic not intended for any illegal purposes' it's
