excused You're only laughing Again a game...again I'm only laughing Again a game...again Some things are right I'm only laughing Again a game...again
Übersetzung: DC Talk. Wieder ein Game Again 4 09.
Übersetzung: Talk Talk. Again, Again A Game (4 09).
excused You're only laughing Again, a game. . . again I'm only laughing Again, a game. . . again Some things are right I'm only laughing Again, a game. . . again
talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Now that I'm back on my feet Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, When you see me in the
bitch, Especially in the dark bitch I'm a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga, fog And play'n with a little change nigga, fog Fuck with me I put a little
the other side Is there a heaven or a hell or is it all a lie Make believe I ain't gone belive till I see Is there really a heaven for a true G' If it
Niggas talkin' yat and stuff Wan' be rough, but I'ma see if you can back it up Wan' be tough Let's take to a triller level Let's get iller like a guerilla
"Get Rich" My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch Like, get in get in! You and your friend He sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it again ALL ABOARD
things I know I wanna sin, but dawg I'm born again And by grace He displace my disgrace now it's on again So I'm a buffet my body, make it my slave man
me 'nuff respect, And I'll dick ya down like a Trinnie roughneck! Throbbin' that pussy like a Tonka toy 'Cause you're fuckin' with a man, not a little
on the case: It's Luke Skyywalker and the Ghetto Style Bass! Ghetto Get up [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] To some, "Ghetto" is a name; to others a tradition
barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harrassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw me up against tha wall Didn't do a thing
get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see? So I needs
intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners Roll
s tryin' to burn me I'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
for it Me Makaveli I'm a motherfucker We break bread Now we thug brothers (huhuh) Niggas talk a lot of nonsense I choose to ignore A war They