go, just a little bit more (Let go just a little) Gimme just a little bit more (Gimme just a little bit more) Work it a little Get hot, just a little (Just a little
, just a little bit more (let go just a little) Gimme just a little bit more (gimme just a little bit more) Work it a little Get hot, just a little (just a little
Übersetzung: Play. Just A Little.
go, just a little bit more (let go just a little) Gimme just a little bit more (gimme just a little bit more) Work it a little Get hot, just a little (just a little
I do Every little thing reminds me of you It gets harder every day, I don't know what to do Every little thing reminds me of you I'm a heavyweight,
with a kodak And better yet, go to times square Take a picture of me with a kodak Took my life from negative to positive And I just want y'all know
I don't play no games so don't get it confused no Cuz you will lose yeah Now pump it up And back it up like a Tonka truck That badonka donk is like a
a man, made me a go getta, It showed me how to neva be a broke n***a, I'll never be a quitter, always be a winner, I'm in the hood growin like a rainbow
here Ask a nigga, all that stuntin get you killed round here Park the Benz, hop in the crown vict Behind a little more tenth, think I'm the law, I spin a little
I'm a hot boy, you know what I expect A hot girl with good sex and good neck I'm a g, I'm a player, I'm a pimp, I'm a mack I wanna see you work that back
writin' rhymes I'm the same nigga you wouldn't fuck with a year ago Now I'm doin' shows makin' a little cash flow Sport Girbauds walkin' like I got a
in a hospital a.k.a. we never close In a morge with a tag on yo toe Believe this fuck with me I aint gone let it go I'm a preach this up until the moment
Especially in the dark bitch I'm a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga, fog And play'n with a little change nigga, fog Fuck with me I put a little over your
known to be a Juvenile just like me Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life Chorus: [
protect it I'm up by 2:23 and some ozzies I got a gang of B.G. to work the shit for me A team with a little Terrance and a little g Alfred, Onry and Billy
whatever I'm a ass with that chopper If you playin' with me then them fifty shots gone stop ya No bullshittin' nigga my dream is to make a mil Paper chasin' ain't no fakin' playa
the other side Is there a heaven or a hell or is it all a lie Make believe I ain't gone belive till I see Is there really a heaven for a true G' If it
hide out in the drought, You leave a gat open I'm squeezin' it cuz I'm scopin', hopin' I can catch a nigga with some birds just locin', So I can uh-abuse
