for me, wait for me Oh wait for me, me Here comes a man, man Here comes a man, man Here comes a man, man Here comes a man, man, man
Übersetzung: Traffic. Hier kommt ein Mann.
flying No, don't you be blue when you hear the wild birds call Oh, hold on, love, 'cause I'll never let you fall Here comes a man who'll give you all
round here Ask a nigga, all that stuntin get you killed round here Park the Benz, hop in the crown vict Behind a little more tenth, think I'm the law, I spin a
's on Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried It's a man's world, niggaz get played,
be a freak from the shorty suck a dick, if it's really good I can come quick...Haha [Chours: x2] [50 Cent] Girl you know every time you come around your
Kardashian. Number one song, get a grammy, now I'm smashin. Masserati crashin', swerving through the traffic Wrap it round a pole, sell a mil off the
in traffic and My girlfriend said get real How dare you get me stuck here How d'you think that made me feel I got a Yamaha 5 Million A bike was what I
some smoke in the air, yeah, yeah Blaze it up, come on, blaze it up come on, blaze it up, come on, come on, come on Yaba daba-du mama, glory be the one
never gave a fuck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You niggas ain't eatin, fuck it, tell
got trap money, I got trap-I got trap [x2] I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap money 20 for a hoe and that's really trap money [B.A.:] B.A.! Blue
man That told the kids to kill somebody back a year ago Here we go, thought I was going to quit that be a miracle Serial Kill wit a bitta illa attitude
they cameras Can I get a flick you damn right miss (Can I take a hit) here boo like this Chronic sticky like gum, I guess that's how it comes Don't worry
now its nearly 7:30, im slipping on a dress i keep my fingers crossed, your not like all the rest, so when you come to pick me up come right to my door
, get a cheap shot You don't wanna feel chumped Now here the cops come So we gotta run to the ride Then we drive off through the traffic Don't panic,
, yo tell 'em Dee [DCQ:] Four a.m. laid up at the res Got a call made my heart jump out my chest My man's got beef at the dance, exits is blocked Enemies
feelin me orange county reppn cant help it ita just the treal in me hann out we clicked up lookn for a quik cup every one know we in here it packed like a traffic
a stack of that funny smelling tobacco Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a God damn fool, ignorant muthaf***a bout to lose my cool Let me smoke a
