baby, I wanna tell you I got to be the boss Yeah, because anytime I'm ready baby, oh, I can tell you, I can tell you, "Baby, get lost!" Yes, I'll try
, baby Yeah, you know I've got to be the boss, all right Well, because anytime I'm ready, baby I can tell you, "Baby, get lost"
Traduzione: BB King. Baby Get Lost.
to step up and rep, B-X baby This is Don year, you hear? Word up [Hehdkrack] We got the block liddocked, glock ciddocked Too smooth to get kniddocked
But a nigga like Plan man I'm better than all of 'em I make em quit, how their baby moms' is callin' for em Askin me where they baby pop at That nigga
'm off in your head So let's get in bed And do what your mind said, whoooo Wanna love baby Wanna feel you If you come, If you come Wanna love baby Wanna
Layzie perfect timin', grab my gun! Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista, Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer! Get your money, get your paper. Elevate like
body, body, body (B-b-b-b-body) Body, body, body, body (B-b-b-b-body) (Nasty) Body, body, body, body (B-b-b-b-body) Body, body, body, body (Hey) [Romeo
becomes volume! [Professor King Bean:] I blaze tracks like lightning, shit's frightening I get hype, just from the talk of fighting Buddha Monk, Manchuz, B
the roof take a picture of that and call it photo chop Been riding clean Since Rodney King Martin Luther Dream and chrome monoblocks All of us been repping Texas baby
chance One glance at my stance, will make you shit yo pants So get new underwear, cause yours is muddy Get free tampons, cause things gion get bloody
say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to PJ's So watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat up Or heat is leave the scene and BLAZE to get ya fleece stuck See
lost had left, thousand of mourn Them Clansmen, are the nucleus of hip-hop There's no room for error, M.C.'s will get dropped Evidence of terrifying threats
bitch I'm getting sucked off East, south, midwest, even up north Falling victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalk All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost
[Intro: 50 Cent] Baby this is real shit my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
hey baby (Get 'em girl, get 'em girl) They'll love you one second, then hate you the next Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah (So crazy, so crazy) Tony's his