time we had sun and happy days living together in our lazy ways chorus : drinking about my baby drinking about her all the time drinking about my baby drinking about
Übersetzung: The Damned. Trinken About My Baby.
We had sun and happy days Living together in our lazy ways Drinking 'bout my baby I'm drinking about her all the time Drinking 'bout my baby I'm drinking about
me (Baby you got) My imagination running wild Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style [Verse 1 ? 50 Cent] It's something about your style, it's something about
remmeber when we get there all that drikin.. Baby one drink .. And in the desinated driver yall just get a lil bit tipsey of the track.. Girl why she worried about
a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay big(??) To my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto so I give a fuck about your
full blown and furious baby get a grip when I be doin' this It's so physical my attraction driven by alchol beware of my reaction baby i'm born
talk, nigga don't trip Yo' heat in the car, mine's in this bitch I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink
I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? If it
More Than Your Body Baby Damn Its Your Brain You Make Me Wanna Kiss You Like Baby Kiss Wayne And Make You Call Me Daddy Like Baby Do Wayne Damn That Shit
on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends til the law ends, flossin Rollin in my Benz I
tonight, man You see I'm beck here to rip another throwback jam They're like damn, I don't know how Webby go that ham Lift your shirt up, baby girl,
slammin track" "By popular demand, I'm back" [Verse 2 - Classified] Uh, now every shirt that's in my closet got vomit Chocolate and baby food on it
so hot at the risk of Losing it all, I Don't want to be the one the fool to let her go Think it's about time that I dropped my my cool and let her
: On my way to see my friends who lived a couple blocks away from me (owh) As I walked through the subway it must have been about quarter past three
got tint Damn! I hope they don't try to tow my shit! I should've chilled, though No, them patron shots See, I drink Crown Royal That's my drink! Know what I'm talkin' about
talk to her But her momma has to school her I wanna see her better She's the weather of my future I don't wanna see another hurricane Baby you can
pleasure of touching you tenderly, at least a tit Shit, a nipple or something, Just let me tickle it with my pinkie And play with your, well you know, get my