right beside me Right beside me When I look infront of me And when I'm walking down the street And when I get down on my knees You're right beside me
Übersetzung: Rock Kills Kid. Beside Me.
gears on me (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like
in you like Mass & Gill But me, I need a wisdom, play it like wifey Well mannered, understand the kid and not bite me All my real ladies, put your hands
em like I got gears on me (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me (Run!) My Timb's start
again [Chorus] [Kid Cudi] Cheese came through at 3 Salute at ease he supplied the weed Cuz I've been that OD'ed Its me with a black rockstar steed Will rock
was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed Under car seats they sneak me in clubs Been in the hands of mad thugs They feed me when they load me
highly of niggas beatin bodies Never try me, trey-pound cop beside me Rockin Wallees, my whole dab watch them wisely Pops surprise me, raised me high
crevices Streets unite, we rock right over dumber beats Yo' cats couldn't come this hot {?} in the summer heat Forget two takes, kill y'all birds the
six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me
blue balls You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me Why don't you let me come (?) I got
beside you No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah I'm not your average girl, see me without you is unlikely Them other bitches they not like me You
'em like I got gears on me (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me (Run!) My Timb's start
Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me Run! Besides that, I got about 5 years on me Run! Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me Run!
made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed Under car seats they sneak me in clubs Been in the hands of mad thugs They feed me when they load me
'm forcin' you to feel me Word life, this is Basic-Basic Thug-Thug-Thugonomics Word life, I'm untouchable But I'm forcin' you to feel me Whether fightin
