? Where my o'? Where? (She's gone, she's gone) Where? Where my ol' lady at? Where my o'? Where? (She's gone, she's gone) Where my ol' lady? I'ma kill
lady at? Where my o- Where- (Shes gone, shes gone) Where-Where my ol lady at? Where my o- Where- (Shes gone, shes gone) Where my ol lady I'm a kill dat
Übersetzung: Young Money. She Is Gone.
both, any time, any day [Verse 2] Now my daughter She so pretty and so smart I'll take her to the park, she ride her Barbie car She say daddy I love
really where my homies at on the other side Is there a heaven or a hell or is it all a lie Make believe I ain't gone belive till I see Is there really
damned near 40 and still tuckin And niggas baby mommas is pregnant and still fuckin It's either cus they boyfriends is scrub like Brillo Or cus Banks is
bitch flip dick like gymnastics Grab your shit and leave your black ass wrapped in plastic We wrestlers far from young gotta owe money Been comin outta
stayed in touch Since Highroyds Let it go, let it go Cos no ones gonna tell you but a friend He's gone and he is gone and everybody went along And nobody
it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is it ain't no hope for tha future
gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin [Young Noble] As the world turn burnin paths, starin through my rearview It's a war goin on, and the President is
name And witness game official Niggas is so shame They stare stiff like scared bitches While I remain inside a paradox Gone my block Though gun shots is
his wife in them first class seats She said she didn't like rap until she met me You gotta understand I'm a charmin young man A whole lot has changed
18 half black and half vietnamese looking like she taste better than Koloa and milk with the dirty red complexion skin smoother than silk so young and so tender she
it do See the chain swayin she be stuck like glue Throwin money at the roof [? ] Inside henny outside goose It costs a pretty penny Dollar got juice Shoot games she gone
come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer
