to hide All my memories bring you up again, up again I keep a place deep inside try to hide you All my hate speaks your name again, name again Love, hate, game
hide All my memories bring you up again, up again I keep a place deep inside try to hide you All my hate speaks your name again, name again Love, hate, game
Traduzione: Suolo. Love Hate Game.
to see?) E-For-Ty (who got the most game?) E-For-Ty (what they call me?) [Verse 1: E-40] Ugh! Back like I never left Fake niggas hate me real niggas love
don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything
how you figure that the game will pull your dead-ass weight? If you ain't got the cash, then you ain't got the game Nobody wants a nigga when he's down
swallow now And put the condom down Nah love She love me when I'm smooth but hate me when I'm thug She love me in them jewels playa never been a scrub She love
'm touching on the first date. (Hook) (Chorus) B: I can ya, when you mess with a young boss. People hate S.S baby, but chu love that. And she love rap
'm touching on the first date. (Hook) (Chorus) B: I can ya, when you mess with a young boss. People hate S.S baby, but chu love that. And she love
. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an
t want to love like that I just want our time to be slower and gentler, wiser, free We all live in extravagant times playing games we can't all win
later and Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate Her first son, the first one, whose womb world was profaned Came of age playing street games
to sea Country to country 6 MC's bring the delicacies It's a meeting of the minds To ease the turmoil 360 degrees Around the earth's soil Verse
it but he never look a brother see hed love us even if he didn't feel us to the fullest Please tell me Why? How you love us even though we gotta hurt
Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate Her...First Son, the first one Whose...womb-world was profaned Came of age playing street games
't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything