still runnin' after it Yeah [CHORUS:] I, I, live for this I, I, I'd trade it for nothin' I've been waiting for someone like you To be waiting for me This
find you We've come all this way And I'm still runnin' after it, yeah I, I, live for this I, I, I'd trade it for nothin' I, I, live for this I, I,
Traduzione: Letto. Vivo per questo.
all doin ain't 'bout dollars? [Madlib:] All my... ("BABY! ") girls always lookin for me My kids' moms always lookin for me They lookin good for me You
I'm trying to stack till I ball untill they cashing ?em all I wanna stack till this tall ain't gonna rap for to long gonna have to move on I'm gonna
got the Live Squad in this motherfucker We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfucker My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker Verse
we just kickin' it live we just kickin' it live 'cuz if you can't kick it live you gonna die 'fraid so punk, so quit talkin' junk you need a live show
kids bust shots not to live Bitch, shut your ball park and talk to the fist [Aceyalone] Marksmanship and the parks don't slip You marks get lit up and
he kinda hittin' i ain't bullshittin' written into the Fellowship you know freestyle meanwhile back at the hall of justice Abstract bust this this track ain't for
that I ever heard I'm too to the max got facts and I know the haps But I'm so disturbed [Aceyalone:] If it wasn't for this hip-hop holdin me down I'd
with Cabbage Patch lit (Dark days) Banded Louie-Louie (Park blades) Chemically bent-up but eager to crash for that one, two, three repeater Good morning Vietnam Whose couch is this, whose house is this
I'm dumbing now for these rounds I'm a live mothefucker plus I'm gunning for clowns You're mine motherfucker, don't be coming for pounds So you can break
That it ended this way (vers.orig. "That it stopped this way ") This is the place where she lay her head When she went to bed at night And this is the
and watch Clockers Get rude like Shabba, make moves behind my Blockers The sickness, you want the pill you better pick this Bitches can't get this, faggots
show me that band on yo' wrist Cause that band on your hand mean we can twist like Chubby Checker Blunt so fat you'll need a pyrotech' to get it lit Yeah, this
this in the car tonight girl you fuckin with a star tonight [chorus: Greg Valentine] it ain't a thing for you to swing in my ride and lose the scene do this
