take back all of the hurt For your love I've taken for granted I'll do anything to change If that's what it takes, that's what it takes I've got to
Übersetzung: Mr. Big. Wenn das, was It Takes.
If that's what it takes Take back all of the hurt For your love I've taken for granted I'll do anything to change If that's what it takes If that's what
all of the hurt For your love I've taken for granted I'll do anything to change If that's what it takes If that's what it takes
this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground. It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong Rollin' wit Tec-9 best believe it's on Raise
you shake that assYou keep me goin' when you shake it fast Come on, take me for a ride The freaks are out and it's on tonight Show me shots Miami style
] Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm Take
Well I am for the groupies, ooopies, booopies, moooopies and even super dupies Well my lyrics' the stuff Terrible and tuff It's just enough To stand on it's
it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong [Notorious B.I.G.] Relax and take notes, while I take tokes
Dodger hat I'm pure truth Es gaht aba wie das (und chunnt ua wie sab) Let's bring it back, that old Westcoast rap [Bligg] It's Tha Liks mit em B-l-i,
stompin that ass to the curb, Oh nigga, its like that, Niggas, drug dealers peelin killers soft, That sawed-off so, Come and let your nuts hang, If you
me I'm on my cool J If you get what I get what would you say She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi And them suicide doors, Hari Kari [Hook:] Look at me now,
kept it real with everyone So tell me why they hating (everybody's hating) It feels like they just waiting (for us to grow apart) Yeah it's just hard
trick or treat [Verse 1: Chris Webby] I just run raps trust me, been there done that I don't make the guns clap, but sharper than a thumbtack What's that
I never contemplate it 'til my mind's inebriated That's just me, yo, is that Martin Finch? Shit it must be I thought that he was gone away, didn't he
think it's so funny Hit the FUCKIN floor, I need no probable cause You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause You find it funny? Get that
it You can look into my eyes See that I'm dead tired 6:00 in the morning Money still on my mind So if you want it I'm the one to supply Be there in no
me What it do, What it is (What It Do) [Paul Wall] It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pourin up big goose vodka
