t need a fire I can't think of a word that describes you better Than indescribable Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold Ain't that a lot of
Traduzione: The Band. Non è che un sacco di amore.
ain?t ready for it I don?t think they ready for it Really y?all ain?t ready for it I don?t think they ready for it Y?all think y?all ready for it I
Paris I got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbage You ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassed We push the hottest whips, we on that baller
clip out and gun butt you up (Oh) I love gettin' brains (Uh-huh) I love flippin' caine (That's right) Love all my niggas and they love me the same (What
point out the Southern Cross Somehow I know Without asking why That you love me more in a minute Than anyone could in a lifetime Dancing in the parking lot While the band
a lot of sand We got a hot crustacean band Each little clam here Know how to jam here under the sea (under the sea) Each little slug here Cutting a
Yeah, you remember, tracksmart (?), off to a bad start The way I used to carry got buried in the backyard Caught between a scotch and a cinnamon Pop-Tart The bell doesn't
city that blends and mends and tests Since 911 we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us Were
band. I turn a couple dollars to a couple grand. I can stand on the beach, post up and hustle sand. The hatas can hate, love the hustlers love. I went
Globetrotter nigga When you see a plus sign in front of like twelve numbers on your cell that's me callin to tell you that I ain't at home (yeah) I'm
turnin to a jungle (green bay) Comin out a 4-door benz and I spend a lot for show No no don't spend a lot contend with a men Lookin at my watch lke a
money started acting fly Like I ain't shit he the one that should be in the lime light Saying he rhyme tight Coming all out his face Saying that he's
I did a song with R, but I ain't on no R&B stuff I ain't no pretender, ya'll ain't remember the free stuff And that'll happen to a nigga acting like he
sorry they ain't search me I'm too good for my gangsta I ain't tryna rock a party, NO SIR went audios motherfkcr fck her I'm at a party no sir it was
that guy from that band hole what's he got that i ain't got? a million bucks and courtney love and whole lotta pot but without you drew he ain't got a
