(feat. Diamonique) [Diamonique:] Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you [Slow Pain:] Dear God, oh, Father Here me out, one time
Traduzione: Il dolore lento. Grazie.
you cry I'll be ya tissue back in tha county writin letters how I miss you givin you credit, apoligetic how I dis you get you for thinkin like a mona
stories can you fit into a tanktop? How many wishes get spent on what you ain't got? The youth want truth, well thank god Tryin to keep it movin, while you
you pick up all my traits From the way that you spit to the fists that you make I watch the way you try to keep your mom happy Daddy learned that from you You
You'Re So Special, (You'Re So Special) To Me And Let Me Tell You, You'Re So Fine (You'Re So Fine) I'M Gonna Make You Mine Girl. You'Re So Special
my mama's veins that I walk these dogs across this country twice to stop the pain So I'm handin Tim the leash and when I do I hope you cry Now tell these
you got G? You comin up short You ain't got the muscle, you ain't got the heart You need actin classes, you can't play the part Yo' mind ain't on money
a spit what I don't know You ain't trappin all day You never see it snow You ain't no P.I.M.P. You ain't got one hoe Just take your foot off the gas baby
was home cleanin? up, wishin? I didn?t miss her See, love will bring you home, but lies brought me here Heard her and the town judge had been at for a year I reckon you
s head in an Iceberg bag at home Mama said life's like a bag of chocolates (Why?) it'll make you sick if you don't watch it..... You're styles' toy,
when I ain't on the block I grip wood in my Hum V You wanna see how we roll then shine and come see You wanna see how we roll then shine and come see [
hood, I need a gangsta girl Doll-E Girl, where you at, homegirl, hit me back I got a 12-pack in an Al Green sack Slow Pain (Slow Pain) Baby girl, know
ah-oooh) [E.S.G.] Now lil' Tamika up the street, wanted a baller real bad Only 16, but already giving up the ass You got cash you could smash, you don
And if you ballin playa, it's only because GOD's your coach And it don't bout the lies you hold, laws you broke Thangs ya drink, dank and cigars you smoke
match Light a fire inside ya mind You with me Grab ya sword and let's ride And I'll see you on the Flipsyde CHORUS I'm gonna see you on the Flipsyde
that brain and the 2 top bitches kinda slid off they game And at the time I was going through my personal pain Them the sorta things kinda drive you insane Bitch betta thank God you
