Sunshine But sometimes I'm afraid, it's all in my mind Babe we let our time run out, missin' you really gets me down Never through I'd fall for you so
the sunshine But sometimes I'm afraid It's all in my mind Baby, we let our time run out Missin' you really drags me down Thought I'd fall for you so
Traduzione: Quindici. Lookin 'for Trouble.
I'm in front of some man No he's a youngin but he's got a gun in his hand He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid Immediately apprehensive
keep to chicks next to me like Kelly I mean that chick from H-town had that hit with Nelly Candy paint slick as a new bottle of K.Y. Jelly I'm looking for
(feat. Billy Bathgate) Look... I'm here to make a mil off of fifteen bricks I rob for, can't see me workin' for Job Corps It's Gates, dog A little
without it would go From the concrete who knew that a flower would grow Lookin' down from the top and it's crowded below My fifteen minutes started an
at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin Some shit to make a nigga Practice Lookin Hard Some shit for all my folkers on the Boulevard It's traditional, heavy ass shit for
watchin Nigga caught up in the hustle Fuck flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings I bubble Trouble's what I look for in stores on expensive floors
this (this), might to that (that) Might get gone with it and slip through the back Ooohhoo, she all rubbin on me, huggin on me X-girlfriend lookin' at me, I'm in trouble
the cops would be hawking I never knew the trouble I was really headed for 'Till the rhyme appeared again dressed in Santa Claus He said, "Ho Ho Ho baby you look
with the hooker in they chow Fuck the law, man - I'm known for cooking it row Til the cops just chill - I got something for y'all I got a Bentley and
go through another round Tuesday night is when the storm's gonna settle down, Had a glance, circumstance, Stone cold, trouble bound, She's the one, all alone, I come lookin
us Up to Chiffaro[?] and away we go And I bet nobody bet' not get no less than the next Fo' niggaz, three straps, where these hoes at? Lookin for some trouble
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now mid-August which meant that he had been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months, and
remembered they were still probably at dinner And anyway I felt really bad and didn't want to talk to anybody But the snowflakes were so beautiful and real looking
for me to make you niggas ER patients Another soldier in the grave [Chorus] [B.A.N.D.I.T:] Two nines, four clips Prayin that you niggas trip Lookin for
for me to make you niggas ER patients Another soldier in the grave (Chorus) (B.A.N.D.I.T) Two nines, four clips Prayin that you niggas trip Lookin for