you are still my woman You know I tried to be The man you wanted me to be But whatever I do, baby It seems to add to your misery Oh you can do What you
same old story Same old story that?s so often told You're still my woman You're still my woman You're still my woman You're still my woman You're still my woman
Traduzione: BB King. Sei ancora il mio Woman.
my Savior died Yet other than me, they say the Lord has lied People walkin like zombies, they never know What they're doin,, what they're seein, what they're
All rise Jesus the Christ still rules King of kings, Mr. Runnin' things still cool Calm, collective, objective truth slinger, the sword bringer In fact
You need protection, when I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher You're a b-boy, I'm a scholar
Write More Than Giggles Writer Ma You're Not Hard, Your Vagina Your Bone Thug, Youre Not A Fighter Mic Check, My Check, Your Provider You Memorize Well You're
for tha simple fact you young [Chorus x2] I love you so...you'll neva knowwwww Cause it was all about you [K-Roc] You know its real, still. you wanna
Older than you are, give yourself time to grow You thinking he can give you wealth, but so Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know You thinkin life's all about smokin weed and ice You
to dust Seven years later toy you still crusty crust Your old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty And under your arms you're kickin power and musty Get out of my
steady hummin I fell in love with my chrome plated woman The grill on the front, trunk steady hummin I fell in love with my chrome plated woman [Bun B
! (barking) [Gal Guest :] Woofie, you b-tch! [Gal Guest :] Well, I'm also sleepin' with your pet goat! (baaahhing) [Guy Guest :] That goat doesn't love you! Once you
be Older than you are, give yourself time to grow You thinking he can give you wealth, but so Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know You thinking life's all about smoking weed and ice You
direction You need protection, when I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm
celebrate Okay, I'm on my grizzle, on my grind Go ahead try, top my shine I'm on my way, any day Tell them niggas better have my cake What you think? Nigga you
had our fight I've got business with my baby tonight Now don't you start talking About gossip or news I'm warning you now I'll put on my walking shoes
