of haste I claim, "It's over" When the doubt remains Why is it so hard? Better to escape If only I could teach you Why is it so hard? Sometimes I find It
Übersetzung: Talk Talk. Warum ist es so schwer.
Why is it so hard? Better to escape If only I could teach you Why is it so hard? Sometimes I find It's better to escape If only I could teach you Why is
we're on Earl's burgundy carpet She's kicking and screaming, begging for me to fucking stop it Look, you know it's not rape if you like it, bitch So sit
t always work out like they should I know you're tryin' hard To break it gently to me, now But there's no easy way To tell it like it is, so baby...
the way I love you so Toniqht is the niqht I let it qo (toniqht is the niqht I let it qo) I just can't do it baby (I just can't do it baby) [x2] First
oh so loco Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco [Chorus - Tony Yayo] Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it
wid dem tape recorda Waan fi play di orda, when life break di orda This is a straight orda, very great orda Music is easy so weh dem waan fi mek it hard
you talk that shit Suck me, fuck me throw me some doe All that shit you talk don't faze a hoe I like me head slow Make it happen Pop a pill cause a bitch
he broke it back in Denver, Never made it to his girl, in California. Why is it so hard to fall in love? You turn it on, you turn it off. A broken heart
they cry, I don't know why Game so strong, yet so convincin' Give me a minute, I'm up in it Talk 'em out they draws real cool "Bitch, give it up smooth
express myself so vulgarly Obscene, or whatever you wanna call it That's why some suckas wanna stall it Some people worry about the wrong thing But why
't say nothin' positive All I get are negative responses They say it's hard to keep a good man down But it's not hard to have one up off the ground He
go ... well, you know we can go half on it, baby ... [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] Gore always asks him why he sexes so much It's the perks of being Prez;
it, so the choice is made Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it
? One life to live, it's so hard to be positive when niggaz shootin at your crib Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone My homies is inmates
do) [Verse 2: Young Noble & Kastro] My nine is thuglord My mind on my grind Outlawz is my heart They shine when I shine My ryhme is my grind
