I hope you feelin' alright I'm not feelin' too good myself Oh, you feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well, I hope you feelin' alright Alright Alright Alright
Übersetzung: Traffic. Feelin 'Alright.
to scream But someone's locked the door and took the key You feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well, you feelin' alright? I'm not feelin
: "Alright now, here we go" Verse One: 2Pac Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers
: Hold on... *lighter flicks up* Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby *inhales* It'll get better... *coughing* Ay do this Thug style main, Thug
it easy - there's no one around Just a mirror and you and me And the TV screen There's a comet in the sky tonight Makes me feel like I'm alright I'm
: You're a precious stone You're out on your own You know everyone in the world But you feel alone Daddy won't let you weep Daddy won't let you ache
it without you, can't do it without you girl Alright, ok, tell me when you want to step out, I don't fake Cause I'm ready, today, C'mon girl if you wanna let's play In traffic
[Queen Latifah] Southside, Northside Eastside, Westside Alright, alright Alright, we ride [Verse: 1] Ain't the paper, that makes me Dana I just see the
Hold on, yeah, it's gonna be alright Don't trip, baby, it'll get better Ay, do this thug style man, thug style When this whole beat drop We just gon'
Alright now, here we go Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk Until these jealous motherfuckers kill me I
Uncle chucky Will you read us a bedtime story please huh please Alright You kids get to bed ill get the story book Heeeeereeeee weeee go Slam the impala
Pullin' practical jokes on the security guard And if you come late, the boss won't boot ya Standin' 'round, talkin' 'bout the future Don't even trip if you feel
A.K.A FLIPPARONNI PIPEKEK@AOL.COM check out this beat mayn ( talkin ) (CHOURUS) Late at niiiight i wonder and i roam I feel soo goood I dont wanna
like her yet Don't forget your homies, can't forget my homies Well, as sun starts to dim and I'm under the speed limit And there's hectic traffic too
goin' broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas, can't take that Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music Well, alright
sign We?re making promises we?ll never keep And we don?t even look for answers we can take defeat But it?s just fine, I?m alright with a compromise Feel
