No way out, no way out You still hold me You still hold me You still hold me You still hold me No way out No way out And I've not yet answers Just sweet
Übersetzung: Muss. No Way Out.
No way out No way out You still hold me You still hold me You still hold me You still hold me No way out No way out And I?ve not yet answers Just
and then you slip. The last time, I'm over it. Walk the line and then you slip. The last time, I'm over it. Want it, cause it feels so good. It's in the way
in this place for sure, every place that we walk in is the place to go Popping bottles up for free, with the models every week Sexy go-gos the way you
on the music but it wouldn't b right cuz i've gotten lucky 2 some pretty bad tunes must be the moon must be the moon kissing in the cab on the way back
: It wasn't the rain that washed away... Rinsed out the colours of your eyes Putting the gun down on the bedside table I must have realized It wasn'
think Every mood you always knew would sink Every line you spoke out loud in a jest All the time you took to be your best Soon forgotten The sun must
in the mornin' , All that muthafuckin' creepin' Pissin' on the set when a nigga Dee, sleepin' Pussy ass You know you can't survive, You was creepin' through that third, you must
the set Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject Chorus: Juvenile There once was some niggas out the CMB Some out the mario some out that wild T.C.
aint no secret I run game so when it rains on me I can peep it I represent to the fullest what you bout I'm bout Freedom or jail I'm always gonna be thugged out, thugged out
the way I'm raised Spray for spray nigga I'm bout that trigga play (chorus) B.G. bout trigga play B.G. bout gettin funky anyday B.G. bout spittin 50 out
And he got caught and then start, runnin' with yo peers Got swole and been home and now you back out chea And that boyd that cha shot, brothas hangin'
get stopped so you love that I'm flip or get flopped that a must black All 17 come up out the glock Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the chop
thought that come closee to home I was wrong Never that my daddy was going away I was wrong Him and my momma went through they little stages Always fight threw em out
armored truck, not givin' a fuck Around my way, it's a residential project We all thuggin', so just look around and see who die next Man, I'm out the
t bout B.G. is gonna be forever thugged out [Chorus-2x] [B.G.] Told you before, I'm bout trigger play So you can come my way, If ya want, get a clip
startin niggas to scrap See my hood straight thugged out You in my hood slippin, nigga you get drugged out Ya body layin there, but ya spirit is shoved out
