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Traduzione: Caso. Avendo My Baby.
my potnas my brothers and my cousins [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Uhh! When I was a young cope a lion though a young cat baby buffler Money and muscle born in
have it with the crew I'm fly everyday like I run for Jet Blue Yeah I step in the place with the pumper on my waist The jack boys coming but my goons
pack of Hennessy, the funky lil baby And I be jammin like an old school vet I be workin up a sweat, havin fun as I earn my check So check it out as I
on tape sucking on my dick I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning Hilary's my wife, but Monica baby, you're my woman [Chorus] [Bill during chorus
hoe good news Fuckin' with my business got his name erased Cause pimpin' was the reason and murder was the case I gots to keep the 'P' in my pimpin' baby
all my seeds, to my unborn child [Chorus - repeat to fade] [2Pac over Chorus] To my unborn child.. please take of all my kids My unborn child.. to my
Man I wish I had my glock cause its major I'm makin' shanks out the plastics in razors These motherfuckers won't leave me alone thats my word Bout to
my mind, I see sunshine, I thought I didn't have to run, now I'm duckin from the gun yellin, 'One-Time' Take your time to feel my record, and if you did chill a second, my
2: Young Noble & Kastro] My nine is thuglord My mind on my grind Outlawz is my heart They shine when I shine My ryhme is my grind My team be on
to meet. The way he did it it was smooth plottin' while he gamin' you So baby, peep tha rules. I shoulda seen it in the first case the worst case
we get explosive I aint talking bout legal marriage by having you wet in jeans and carries Doing ..... sessions I'm making you scream like an ...... yess Why you say under my arm you loving my
s so intriguing to me baby I like your braids and your thug appeal Keep it real How's about me and you on the low, what the deal Baby in case you haven
my 600 over juss as I left I looked to the corner of my eye that it's them same niggaz that bucked at me but it wasn't my time to die ah pull out my thang
shit - Nigga what? Fuck that, I don't wanna hear that weak shit, you old rat-infested goverment informant cheese-eatin ass son of a bitch! You better have
told my boys don't try Thought I was a school boy, cause I had my folder I'm always calm, even if I have my yola Ounces under the baby, they ain't gon