better way To lose my mind Said, listenin' to these sad, sad songs Mixin' memories with old forgotten wine There's got to be a better way To lose my mind There's got to be a better
Übersetzung: Little Texas. Better Way.
down, shake up, we all up in the mix And it's about time we all break it down And it goes a little something like this Yo, dog, you see a little something
my enterprise? Bitch you better go think twice And open up your mutherfucking eyes These niggas can't fuck with the fifth dawg finna parlay Everyday stormin your way You better
s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If you keep actin' this way You're gonna lose my love I ain't got no time to play You better hurry up Cause every
really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If you keep actin' this way You're gonna lose my love I ain't got no time to play You better hurry up Cause every
actin' this way You're gonna lose my love I ain't got no time to play You better hurry up Cause every time I come around Crews run around your way I see
place like home for a little doll from China It's a little too late to complain It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane You can go west to Texas
got a little bit older and I realized, she was the crazy one But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it cause that's just the way she
seem like everybody really love it Wave they flags high, for the world to see Even though we know we don't want our son and little girls to be Nothing
test my enterprise? Bitch you better go think twice and open up your motherfucking eyes These niggas can't fuck with the fifth dawg finna parlay Everyday stormin' your way you better
you a thug, you better get ready for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your gun smoke. Krayzie: Took a trip out to Texas and
Locc, we gots some bitches at the Mariott Straight sellin' with my Texas G Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday night You motherfuckers better
actin' this way you're gonna lose my love I ain't got no time to play you better hurry up 'Cause every time I come around crews run around your way I
name (Short Dawg) Now what you bouts to do, little prostitute I see that sucka in ya ear but I got to shoot Some real game your way, what I came to
the bed If I could love you, you know I would But what you giving, ain't all that good A little southern hospitality You'd better try to get away from
