Are you broken hearted from my memory Do you think of me Do you think about the promises made Do you think about the love that I gave Do you think of me Do you think
Traduzione: Journey South. Do You Think Of Me.
See no matter where you at, motherfuckin crime pay but not my way, put them days of slingin behind me Now I rock spots, where only rap fiends can find me and that remind me
ghetto this is where I stay [What we do] what we do [to get by] to get by Live or die, the world is a ghetto [Scarface] Lets take a journey to the
the gas, when I bought my first whip I thought I was the shit, you couldn't tell me nothing I was 16, I told the teacha "You can feel me fuck em" (Feel Me
gas, when I bought my first whip I thought I was the shit, you couldn't tell me nothing I was 16, I told the teacha "You can feel me fuck em" (Feel Me
I walk past You know I'm in a hurry; talk fast. Pimps and players, players and pimps Diamonds and links, buyin' me drinks Boy you think .. You know
who guardin' who, you know who to you know what To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair 'Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there
in the dog house *WROOF* Remenicing, the party was missing, instead of arguements you think about the hugs and kisses If this is, something, hard for you to think, you
Me and Khrysis bout to take you on a journey It's Rapper baby, take you home maybe Like to play the bottom so girls call me lazy Uh, kinda crazy, nah
top gun got my No Limit Soldiers behind me in the tank nigga you can't find me Then I look on the left side of of me what's that sea T.S.O nigga got
you think I is Yall aint comin at no lil shawty Why you think you can hurt like these years Joe why my lil P's got you salty Think you finna bring
So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair 'Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there
fuck you think I is Y' all ain't comin' at no lil shanty Why you think you can hurt like these years Joe why my lil P's got you salty Think you finn'
's what makes you thirsty Hey kid, you know you can hear your footsteps As you're kicking up the dust And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you
arguements You think about the hugs and kisses If this is, something, hard for you to think You better bounce, rock, roller skate Yup, we ain't just funky but wild No, you
PRIEST Peter! You're not fooling anyone! Being an altar boy by day doesn't forgive what you do at night! PETER And you, my brothers and sisters Pray
