you're my lady and I'm your best friend, And I'm your best friend True love is so hard to find Especially if it's someone You can call your best friend
Übersetzung: US5. Best Friend (Special Song From Richie).
Übersetzung: US5. Best Friend.
Übersetzung: US5. Richie - Best Friend.
I’m gonna make you happy for the rest of our lives Cuz you’re my lady and I’m your best friend, and I’m your best friend Some people said that we would
: (feat. Funkmaster Flex) [50 Cent:] Oh yeah Yo Yo Yo [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Some say i'm paranoid I say i'm careful about how I chose my friends Been
03 "Get Rich or Die" G-5 I fly, write my name in the sky Pick a island on the map, I been to it Shorty wan' try anal, her friends do it Wrists rocked
cant fake the funk at all And bet your ganna fall studying the bone thug style But whatcha ganna do when you face to face with the 5th dawg Sneakin federals
around... [Verse 2: B-Real] We break it up, roll it up, light it up, smoke it up And pass it to the left until you tell us that you had enough Inhale
window I was too young to remember Kansas City projects I was like 5, 6, and how come I remember Malcolm, Isaac, and Boogie if it was the projects in Missouri? cause those're my best friends
Chorus: I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta
: Verse 1 You and me We used to be together Every day together always Verse 2 I really feel I'm losing my best friend I can't believe This could be
skip across that stage in 5 dozen Yeah 60 grand for a minutes time Italian vogue styled a n-gga for a minute rhyme Lets be clear and lets be fair The best
raps but only head bars We gave the devil his time, now rebel in the mind The ghettos designed to keep us, sleep us The grim reaper meet us, poor education
ass come out to play? Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead Is what I say, best
mean bud. Cause I still piss stems and still shit seeds, I spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed. Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong. My best friends
niggas knew the art of war (Shan!!!) Rough rhymes that's what gave the hard the core Now it's all good best friends became gladiators Matter fact you
to dis You think you can beat us, shit (shit) Free them ill 1 to 12 She's in a Benz Free them ill creators Just, I'm a friend, what (what) [Verse 3
