you was hurting, almost lost your mind, And the man you love, he hurts you all the time. When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too.
Traduzione: Texas. It Hurts Me Too.
m as solid as can be I'm a keep it funky my nigga, hoe shit don't sit too well with me (Uh-uh!) I was breathin in the deep {? } Beverly Hillbilly, black
the hop Making it jump making it drop, making it flip Making it flop, making them 84's wop Making them vogues hop, up and down the boulevard It's that
like 3 Stooges Walk over to the bar and sip on Gin and juice It's just the gangster in me, the thug in me Mug in me and get yo fro pushed back like homie
-From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth (Chamillionaire)*kills it* It's Koopa It ain' no lyin' or fiction up in me please I don't exagerate the price it
best and show 'em a picture of me He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me So me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to see
now the king is what I claim fool When it comes to this rap game nigga, passionate for it brah Your c.d. packages showing up, laughing after it's blowing
guy, you know? He's been workin with me for ten years Let me call him in [Verse: Chamillionaire] Allow me to reintroduce myself, I am the one (one),
we crushed it, gats... yea we bust it... You got me... I'm every Boricuas' papi... without the Versace... girls still clock me, and watch me 5-O always trying to knock me
eat it (ohh) My dick is burnin, it ain't cause of disease Because I'm jackin off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) I'm livin in Waco Texas, me
trying to size me up I feel like niggaz trying to bust me up I feel like "Look, I can't be stopped" I feel like me and my click too hot I feel like hitting
my Cadillac [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Royal T] I'm a cold pimp, I keep my hoe broke Playin' that shit like it was dope It ain't easy, but it's fun, y'all
a long time stinking It's a little too late to complain It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane Now if you catch my eye and you find that it runs
ya? I wish you'd get your ass outta here and get a job!) [Bobby Womack] Mother Mother, mother Why do you hurt me like you do? I can't understand it,
Lac, or the Benz or the Bentley Creased up pieced up, smelling like Gucci or Versace Bitches they love me and bop me, niggaz they love me deny me Trunk
, you wrote the first tune, right ? I wrote the first tune. It's, er, yes I did, it's about men. It's about men. It's a little hard to tell what it