long ago but I still [C] can't turn loose. [D7] It's never ending it always there this [C] wanting [G] you. It's never ending always there this wanting you
so long ago but I still can't turn loose Oh, it's never ending it's always there, this wanting you It's never ending always there, this wanting you
ago but I still [C] can't turn loose. [D7] It's never ending it always there this [C] wanting [G] you. It's never ending always there this wanting you
Traduzione: Jones, George. Questo Tu Volendo.
You wouldn't have nothin left so u can stop the feedin lies Dyke don't want it with us and his yes men don't want it eithaguys He was dissin Magno like
as I carry these styles To have you tapping your head like Darius Miles You aint supposed to rhyme, better off with a clothing line In this business of
That provokes war, stand out like cold sores You claim that you hard but you wholecore George Bush and CIA, you movin old or I Wright like Richard for publishing while you
I wanna be George Jones Sometimes Charlie Pride But all I want to be right now Is with my baby tonight (cause) [Repeat Chorus] You know I can't complain I love this
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain
the finest, we down to this home Hit the housin' or roam Shinin' like a hundred thousand in stones Move mountains with poems, got a jones for Deniro 1
See I'm a hood nigga on mad drug space You wish you was like me without a damn case I leave dawgs unsolved without a damn trace You see that .44 long
you don't wanna test, it's cool T. Wright ain't no stoppin' us, we risin' urkin' plenty people When you switch from good to bad your good it brings you
lick) I'm still tryna put some dick up in Vanity 6 Apollonia too (too), you know I'll bust you up (bust you up) I want some three-way love, head, pussy
and modern ownership tags for black behinds, courtesy of Ralph Lauren A.K.A. low, low, well how low can you go? Call on black consumers if you want the
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory
as I carry these styles To have you tapping your head like Darius Miles You ain't supposed to rhyme, better off with a clothing line In this business
don't want no grief But if you came to give some you'll be pickin' up your teeth And I'll always lend a hand if I'm able And you'll always have a place