die Sweared and sacrifice for you Hey what?s not to love About time after time Layin? it on the line for you What?s not to love about What?s not to love
Hey what?s not to love about time after time Layin? it on the line for you what?s not to love about What?s not to love about that Isn?t love about give
Traduzione: Blue County. Cosa c'è Not To Love.
I can't no not for you cuz you know everything that I do the ups the downs the way I live but all my sims you seem to forgive no whatever what it is
do what I gotta handle gangsta that's gangsta professional gangsta [Abstract Rude] I do what? I got my feet up on your Mama Mabel's mother's mother's
and let me know who loves you best." [Prisoner:] "The county sheriff said that my baby is dead. They found him in some trash can, blue all clenched
50's, it's a new We in the cell too We could get clink claks and thousand suits Lizard boots, a ring or two How you move to the blue, how you call us
's, it's a new We in the cell too We could get clink claks and thousand suits Lizard boots, a ring or two How you move to the blue, how you call us crew
the canyons of your minds (POO-AAH!) "ETHELL, wanna get a cuppa cawfee?" (Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's!) "Ahhh! there's
Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill If you trill you betta not squeal Cause if you squeal, you will disappear Now that's for trill [Chorus
color, or territory Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story So what's left, the judge goes deaf When you try to tell your side And you ain't blue
My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My
9 A big bag of shrooms and the Boones wine Never uptight, see I'm that light that shines Lady's always askin me "what's your sign" I'm a Capricorn, not
But hold up Baby S, tell em what you did [Baby S] I touched the blue moon, my body feels numb Cause busters playa-hatin on the way I choose to come One love
[Hook:] Four fifty-five, I drive by doin 100 And I stay blunted Cause I do what I need And that's the reason that they love me, Cause I've been making
depend on homey Lil' Rob, what am I on? [Chorus] Everybody is somebody's fool, there's no exception to the rule There's no guarentee that the one you love is gonna love