night Loving you baby and I think I'm right Let me say before I forget That loving you baby is where it's at Oh baby look what you done for me Oh baby you
look what you done for me Ya ya, you set my heart free Oh, no matter, baby what you done for me I got the feelin' that it's gonna, yeah Ya, look what you done
Traduzione: Green, Al. Look What You Done For Me.
(feat. Mike D, Mr. 3-2) [talking] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa You know you done fucked up, don't you You know you done fucked up, fedd-i-y That's my team
Air Max shoes, that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?) Mash on you for your turkish
part) when you put in that spot You can ask yourself What are you built for? Uh I'm getting ready for the hard part This the first time me and you have
{Kool Keith on the phone} Hello -- did Cathy come in today, or what? I'm startin to not, to like, what's she's doin at me She's not on time, you know
thousand dollar bail caught up and I called you Fired my attorney, you helped me get a lawyer You took me in, let me stay out in Atlanta Facing 15 to
down the street lookin' way clean bangin' that real shit nigga like Al Green I'm headed straight to the LB forget it that's what they tell me Sell me
'll (make you do wrong) [Lil' Kim] Well I know what you talkin about So we can do it like this I'ma go and ride, you can do what you do Cause I done
at me She's not on time, you know her hair ain't combed She's not dressed properly She's always wearin' jeans and this is a company Where you wear dresses and you look
you do wrong) Well, I know what you talkin' about So we can do it like this I'ma go and ride, you can do what you do 'Cause I done met another brother
Al Kapone Trick i ride for my city I die for my city Put your m's up high if you niggaz ride wit me This for my south memphis north memphis Westwood orange
the street lookin' way clean bangin' that real shit nigga like Al Green I'm headed straight to the LB forget it that's what they tell me Sell me everythang
shoes, that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?) Mash on you for your turkish chain
with the remnants of Everything new) My holy disease will do Wonders for you! Those lovely producers Who paid for you 'then' Will do it again, and again
