you I think I love you more than you like me Although I'm never sure or maybe I should want to be blind I think I love you more than you like me Because
Übersetzung: The Streets. Ich liebe dich mehr (Than You Like Me).
you I think I love you more than you like me Although I'm never surer maybe I should want to be blind I think I love you more than you like me Because
uhh uhh) You a fake ass nigga, we got nothin in common When I say I'm a hundred nigga I'm every percent Either I fuck wit you or not, I ain't gon strattle
I got money now, I ain't hurt nigga You want a verse, I get mad, not work with you If you got street money, then the price different You in the major league, you
to rehab cause I love head bustin But I love the streets, I'm always be thuggin If you a game stashed nigga, you gotta know how I'm coming You gotta know
city of niggas that follow, the thangs I do, the way I walk, the way I talk, the shit I buy, the shit I bought see I gets more pussy than cotex, I sport
U.P.T. I creep, and get bent with VL Street I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang Far as they
leave 'em don't love 'em I be fuckin and duckin Straight thug'n and plugg'n I like pussy but I get turned on more if ya suckin I ain't trustin no doubt
.] I'ma lil' nigga that will down you Let off fifty rounds at you and If you fake I don't want to be no where around you I'ma Head Buster, Tru Hustler
nurture that of which you fear, so I'ma leave it up to you Is it a new Daddy-O, or Daddy-O gettin new I know you thought that if I kept back I would stick
neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man I'll teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans I'll teach you
, nut case oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a choke hold You're stuntin' I stop it I'm makin' a profit Everytime you hear my vocals Comin
Cent:] I know you love it but how much do you love it I know you love it but how much do you love it I do what I do and I don't think nothin' of it I
I know every step I know every song I know there's a place where i belong I see all those party lights shining ahead So someone invite me Before i
in you got to write about this hell Well momma you had a born winner and I ain't crazy I'm a survivor hell I'm a 80's baby The streets raised me A bitch
I'm in name with them , but I ain't blamin' em I laugh all these b*tches they ? ?soft girl, you f*ck with the real cocaine cow girl, You ..she got it
