still gonna be loving you and when the sun runs out of light and when the day won't turn to night even when the sky's no longer blue still gonna be right
Übersetzung: Nina. Still Gonna Be.
If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D) It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye Fuckin
her, redeem her, for Allah Supreme architecture, the beat spark connector Inject in my serum, infiltrate in your sector [RZA:] Bobby Steels keep steels concealed, be still
southern slams I'm not a butt nut you know that i never bang But i lick more coochie than K.D. Lang But i'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap And even if
3:] Amuart, Amuart! Trauma, trauma! You's a gonna gonna Tecca Nina like vaginas I bring trauma Make niggas swing on a Ding-a-ling gonna flunda Irritable
shelter 5. Uh, it appears the car is still running. Um, music's playing. Um, I'm approaching the car now, um, let me turn down the music. Um, I'm gonna
I get money from music and I like to spend spend And when I hit the town they gonna let me ins in But these other clubs gonna be trippin like I begin
blessed to be buildin it. Best in this Bari o Bane and bazaar and more bills in this. Bangin this baby's be blingin as his booty. Big booty, big bucks
for your honeycomb But you'll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy In
BLAH!! [Verse 3] Ammit, ammit! Trauma, trauma! You's a gonna gonna Tecca Nina like vaginas I bring trauma Make niggas swing on a Ding-a-ling gonna flunda
G A S Some of us gotta sell [?] Getting hellah rellah doing they best Playa haters better ware they vest (yo) [Verse: Tech N9ne] I'm gonna hit a
get you shot up Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up Something wrong with his medullah oblongota. [Verse 2] Yo This nigga struggling to be
Hit the streets must be inebriated Soon as Mitch hit it hit because we some talented Mutha fuckers but they still talk shit Keep that shit low black, that shit be
Villain get you shot up Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up Something wrong with his medullah oblongota. (Verse 2) Yo This nigga struggling to be
I wanna know is? [Chorus] Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me? (He wanna be paid) And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna be
On side of a sip or a quality lick I'm the shit You try to be sick I be ridin' with silenced machine guns While you be tryin' to be Tip I'm still hood
Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin Til
