This old feeling It's new to me I'm not sure How I should be I'd tattoo my vow For all to see To prove how much You mean to me A million times said
This old feeling, it's new to me I'm not sure how I should be I'd tattoo my vow for all to see To prove how much you mean to me A million times said
This old feeling It's new to me I'm not sure How I should be I'd tattoo my vow For all to see To prove how much You mean to me A million times said In
Traduzione: The Go-go. This Feeling Vecchio.
a kitty cat, so fuck that shit he spat my city's phat, it's a pity that the nga won't admit hes wack where's his titties at, cause that's what bitches
S.I.D.E Nigga I'm from Hillside H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E [Verse 1:] H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E M.A.G.A.Z.I.N.E. Vallejo, California my city No pity, for a sucka can't be
to spend this... reason Why is rap shows don't always go that way Uh, and the chances are that I probably won't regroup So I'm a take this loot and put
on my harley, harley ?.and truck, jet ski's boats and old school cut' (cutlass) Looking for a top shelf not know ? That candy paint, gotta go can't believe
live While taking all you got to give Let go of me... *Not this time. Im too busy living my life The day is already cold, tommorow's getting old They
that?s for real. You know that she?s my love, my only love baby. Yeah. This love, this love, this love, this looove. This love, this love, this love, this
for hours, with all her powers just to see how your Range Rover feel, on the real, that's head over wheels [Chorus: G-Depp] So what's the deal huh? Let's
foes, niggas turn hoes and no one knows The cons and pros, of how this game goes I was told, the world is cold and I'm getting old And I also have a son
, I think it's time For me to unwind, and change your last name to mine Let's go on, put the past behind You are my sunshine, and let's make it like old
s get it on mayn, let's get it on hey Let's get it on mayn, gotta get my money long Let's get it on mayn, let's get it on hey Let's get it on, I'm a hustler
with blood sweat and tears [Mr. 3-2:] What's happening out here, too much capping out here I ain't having this here It's just me my fifty caliber, and it's
rockin' knockin' da boots) That's all I need, I need A-give me some good love (Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots) I feel so good when I'm near you That's
a lot of fun At times the hate was so real I could feel it come to life, Goodbye to August Myers, It's time to say goodnight, To Carol King's family
I saw your skin go red, From your smelly little feet to the top of your head, Why do I feel so ashamed? I know, I know, I know, I know You read old letters
