, I treat her badly 'Cause girl, it should be you, it should be you It should be you, it should be you... I went all wrong, when you were gone It
Übersetzung: Rolling Stones. Es sollten Sie.
flower That's how I know it should be My ghetto flower Holding it down in the streets My ghetto flower That's how I know it should be My ghetto flower
Is what I hate most? I don't want you but I want it And I can't let it go To know you give it to her like you gave it to me, come on He's so arrogant
her Is what I hate most? I don't want you but I want it And I can't let it go To know you give it to her like you gave it to me, come on [Pre-Chorus
calls you, you can't refuse When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. How does it feel How does it
, baby, you'll know I've survived. I can't believe it, I can't believe I'm alive, But without you it just doesn't seem right. Oh, where are you tonight
that we livin' in it Sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to me You get it how you take it, but the only way you'll make it Givin' peace to the G-O
me what it is you see in me Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could you tell me what you see? [Bizzy
nevertheless we won't stress I figure this platinum got you actin' like you got to be me It's all on your mind but In time you find we as real as we speak
but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east He says: "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it
got you. You don't got to ask it. Just wipe 'em off Like a god damn napkin. Whatever These dudes Shouldn't even be rapping, See, Me and you gotta purpose
Who run it? You know, you acting like you don't know We run it You know but you acting like you don't know Who run it? You know, you acting like you don
at what the fuck you dun got into I see you found your nitch you're just a bitch with a menstral Claiming you a murderer and spelt it wrong You put
what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (
Ghostface Killah] Yea, yea It's like rap pa', huh? What? Y'all bitch-ass niggaz, what? What? Leave a mark on your face, duke Word, uh-huh, you fake fucks
the ambulance don't come Yeah, you see what I mean? You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies? Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds
should rob them Did you know when you were famous You could kill your wife and there's no such thing as 25 to life as long as you've got the cash to
