, I can't hold on (Can't hold on) Can't hold on (Can't hold on) Can't hold on (Can't hold on) Can't hold on (Can't hold on) Can't hold on (Can't hold
Übersetzung: Squeeze. Ich kann nicht auf Hold.
it) (get it girl) etc. (Don't stop) [Mr. Mixx cuts in] (Grab hold of this, baby) (Oh no, I can't do that) (Grab hold of this, baby) (Oh no) (I got a
Kastro + 2Pac] [Kas] Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac] Hold
is everlastin' How does it feel ? what i'm askin' while i'm rubbin' on that ass why you laughin' ? see, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious full blown
: (Chorus) I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I
I can't control my temper, I'm fittin' to catch a felony Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it poppin' Once I squeeze the first shot (gun shot), you know I ain't
that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best" [Verse] Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy Or I could feel the world turnin' I'm havin' flashbacks, I can
Cali blow! [Chorus:] I don't need Don Perignon, I don't need Cris! Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit! Nigga, I'm high all the time... I smoke that
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh) You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin
I miss you much I miss you much I can't lie I miss you much Watching everyday that goes by I miss you much Until I get you back I'm gonna try Yes I miss
much Tell i get you back I m gonna cry I miss you much You are the apple on my I Girls I miss you much I miss you much I can't lie I miss you much Watching
Don't come around in your luxury cars Fool, I swear you must be flakin Come around tellin cats what you're making Showing off jewels like they can't
Nigga can't tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh Can't tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed To my hustlin niggaz Niggaz on the corner I ain't forget
changed Except now they're both afraid But they're not sure what went wrong Terry holds her tight and says Some things I can't explain But in twenty years
t that love baby that I feel in my heart for you? Baby, won't you let me hold your hand? I wanna squeeze you as tight as I can, Baby, don't you need
I go off like a Shite bomb And All ya'll see I'm on my War paint on my face, shit My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit