all these things I find it hard to say I find it so hard to say Babe, I wanna be there when you awake I find it so hard to say, so hard to say I wanna
Übersetzung: Son By Four. Hard To Say.
higher but all these things I find it hard to say. I find it so hard to say Babe I wanna be there when you awake I find it so hard to say so hard to say
by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's Say I confuse you play
it, droppin it, poppin it, poppin it Walkin it, walkin it, shit it ain't no stoppin it, stoppin it Make them niggas say "damn," and hoes say "what?" ATL
by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's Say I confuse you
Want A Ni**A Hit Son Hit Take It Here, Rise Got Shot Up Over Some Punk Sh**, In The Club Beef With Some Ni**As Over Some Punk Bit**, They Say Wooly Was
I bleed, take a piss and he stand? OK, you win, you can say we can't rap But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack [Kuniva
3000:] The farewell email from a female But I'm a playa, ain't gon tell you all the details What it entails is hard to say like selling seashells By the
people say I'm gonna keep rapping this way No matter what you may think I'm gonna keep doing my thing [Redman] Yo, you could buy Jaz spittin', hospital, son
2X Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was on They say I never knew which way I was goin But everywhere I go
hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants
, now, this is how we gon' do this shit Youknowhatimsaying? Niggaz wassn't out in the streets back then When was doing this shit son, youknowhatimean?
for son, hot as the sun That keep your eyes open don't you get caught sleepin' Your boy get you bouncin' like a six four leanin' [Chorus]
: My momma gave me up when I was four years old She didn?t destroy my body but she killed my soul Now it?s cold ?cause I?m sleeping in my back seat
it blown from the top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga Dissin my crew you catch hot ones I'm hot son, yo that's why
