line) (Get on the line, get on the line) Get on the line, now (Get on the line, get on the line, get on) Get on the line (Get on the line, won't you
Übersetzung: Sweet. Get On The Line.
and they see me on the block I got it for the right price Cause I hustle, watch my hustle} [B.G.:] How I eva ya got it get, n*****get dat dough, fit
nose in mine Got these hoes in line, now these niggas gotta get in line I can't mind dyin', where I'm from, I live by the iron On the block of Valence
I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin See if you think somethin sweet when your head open Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up
her I did anything to get her (what?) Paid all her bills and filled the 'fridgerator (uh huh) Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up but couldn't get
Cover me with love Roll me in designer sheets I'll never get enough Emotions come I don't know why Cover up love's alibi Call me on the line Call me call
, He will) Ooh Operator, get heaven on the line (Get up on the line, can you make the connection) I got to call Him cuz something's on my mind (Something's on
was, then no that now No interruption take the sweets and heats and throw that down [Chorus] How can you hear about this God dawg and not get impressed
all you're livin' for And I am breakin' please Sweet Sista Jane Sure like the pain You will remain Sweet Sista Jane Sweet Sista Jane Sure like the pain You will remain Sweet
the charge press 1 now hey Rhino on the phone ya'll If not hang up yeah, I accept for operator assistance... oh, ok hold on please stay on the line Which
on 'em! - Then they ride on 'em! Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em! Head shot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him They say ain't not a jooks,
me, feel me and caress me (Come on come on...) Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Come on come on...) Cause all my love you can
sweet I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street Put my teflon on and roll with my
you don't miss it Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the district Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted Son I'm off the meter, my mind locked on
that don't mean nothing no bluffing, we whilling, go carry on to criss styling all night we laughing and smiling silk suites and gators we styling so sweet
girlfriend, what's yo name? I've been watchin' you all night long And the way you move that Puddin Tame has really turned me on So get on the daaaaaance
