I still love you I do) And I gotta know, and I gotta know Baby do you think about, baby do you think about me Do you think about me when you're layin' next
Übersetzung: Weiter. Do You Think About Me.
[1] - Do you think about me When you're laying next to him How I used to flex you right How I used to hold you tight How you get all stickey with me
for me but i didn't see no one laughing you can think of all the things you'd do different nothings gonna change the fact that you didn't nothings gonna
that you've been wilin' out Everyday of the week, and you tear the club doors down What's happenin' with you, wodie? You doin' that 'cause we bound? You
to tell me right from wrong but man I think I'm grown I ain't resepctin no nigga cuz my daddy gone I'm on my own so let me be the B.G. I'm gonna be Its
sure what she wanted to do Can't stop thinkin about my baby girl And how she done love me so long Next thing that I think ? But the poison let me go
I'm gonna do tonight Knew that she was feelin me, and I was feelin her like xtasy, next thing you know she was Next to me, by the morning time shes sexin me
just been hard with me on the road and shit... You doin you, it's just like... I ain't really feelinq it no more you know? Look, just call me back Hey Check me
your homie You aint gon do nothin back Not even if he told you, you next to get clapped It don't take much for them shells to make the best of you Your
will you visualize with your third eye Whey are you rappin if you don't qualify Why do all rap guys try to be fly Why Lie Why you writing rhymes when you
Really? [Monica] Mm-hm. [Bill:] Well, do you swallow? [Monica] I sure do, Bill. [Bill] You do? [Monica] Mm-hm. [Bill] Well, what would you do with this
ask - for currency But you could run to me when you need me and I'll never leave I just need, someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small thang
what you get for tryin to badger me And anybody else that wanna sweat me I'm already in jail so you punks can't get me You better pray they never see
ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we
hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me So why let it stress and aggravate me Instead I'd rather break hope you don't hate me You tell me that you
afraid to ask, for currency But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small
you wanna turn on me? Never thought you would backstab me (Why y'all turnin on me?) When you niggaz see me you flee (Why me?) Cause I'm a T-H with the
