it in the cards? For me to ask you this one question Can we go, can we go out? Is it out of the question? Is it in the cards? For me to ask you this
Übersetzung: The Starting Line. Lied für sie.
now we bustin if they yo' family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black out and start
tissue since you the shit But all you got is some fucking issues you fucking bitch I hate niggas, but I love your mom Give her a kiss for me, her second
at a lunar eclipse Bark, growl, scratch every human I bit And choke the fuck out of a bee until I'm losing my grip Maneuvering quick looking for [?] at her
12 songs in the last 12 years Do the math right there That's 144, on a one a month average And that don't even count what I produced for other rappers
song 'Don't go... It always fades to black' But that's why I love the trip It's so inevitable I made a promise to myself I wouldn't fall for anyone
out the house Or there'll be shots on TMZ, of me givin her mouth-to-mouth, Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her, I drop two black cars
the Sluggo for pissing on his couch I'll see Mrs. McAuliffe and so many others soon Then I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room So
my son or my daughter Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her All ball is played, won't starve today Song after song
how the fuck you gon' forget Compton? Every rapper on your list'll get they shit stomped in I started Su-Wu, I'm the reason for that 5 shit Came in the
her legs across me Ripped off her blouse Pushed her breast against my face Started girating her waist. Sounds fly, Like a hype sex thriller? But see she looked like Godzilla Pushed her
lick your momma in the eye and tell her, "FUCK YOU!!!" Hurry up bitch, I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti I'd pinch her loopy ass and tell her, "Get the food
look your momma in the eye and tell her, FUCK YOU!!! Hurry up bitch, I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti I'd pinch her limpy ass and tell her, Get the food
got a pop for grin For my thugs thats locked in the box and bing I rip the roof off, this dude's the boss To start a war, we can fly and catch my music
unfair every day I think about one thing tell me the reason for being alone tonight (alone tonight) maybe I should react and start changing or I'm gonna stay an asshole for
husband and a back bone, Then I'm out can't stay in there for dinner, Know she mines I don't need a band on her finger, Plus deep inside she feels her
