t go down No more tears on my own again I never say goodbye I will be just fine You're still on my mind Will you ever tell me why No more tears on my
Traduzione: E-Type. No More Tears.
's tight like White Owl Don't get it twisted, my rhythm rips in your system Into sections, like when I ran obsessed in your session With an E&J fifth,
WHOA! Jewels, every other ice clear like WHOA! Shit, L.O.X. left and Ma$e retired like WHOA! So I threw the label on my back like WHOA! And more less, more
if I don't abide and that's why I yell, B-E-N-Z we ride Straight to the corner, down to the side In the B-E-N-Z we Roll around the corner with the F-O
Verse:3] She's my L-O-V-E Used to be scare dof relationships but this one I can't deny You my L-O-V-E Yeah, and when you see her, you see me for her I
tear the mic up my man Move forward as expeditiously as I can Ain't nobody in the world like Bis The nitrous with radio telescopic devices Same type shit
And I Had To Pop The Question Can't Believe You Said Yes It Was Gods Blessin' I Had A Guilty Face Yes I Was Turning Red When You Said Those Three Words I Had No More Tears
station that's.. serving you something real nice..It's W-Balls and I am the DJ that's doing it to you one more time in yo earhole, DJ E-Z.. Dick [Verse
[Eazy-E] Hey Yella kick that shit 199-muthaphukkin-E the muthaphukkin year of the real muthphukkin' G's and we gonna do this shit like this... [Gangsta
EPMD, check it, M.O.P. Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats Hold me down, hold me down [echoes]... [PMD] Yeh.. Erick Sermon.. EPMD.. check it [E-Dub] Redman
man curse E-V-E and DMX from the birth to the earth [Eve] Why they sick cause we still close thought that it was over Cats trying to tear us apart dogs
up in the Benz Big, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is [Remy Martin] Yo, yo, It's the T, E, a R a, a R a, O, R Squad So you know I gotta be that
see, a struggle In the flesh, my folk thought I'm in the carcus I don't worship the sun no more, I follow David Carresh So I'm living right, the tears
or see me manana Or see the speed of a llama Underground prima donna That ain't hard to find popppin' E in a Honda With hands like E. Honda, he a monster
leave with nothing Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E Hatred and attitude tear us entirely Let's play the blame game, I love you, more