Thing To Have You Here, Tonight When You're Kids Like Us You Do Whatever Whatever it Takes To Get To Where We are Now Nothing Holds You Back, When You're Kids Like Us
Traduzione: Nozze, la. Kids Like Us.
Traduzione: The Wedding Singer colonna sonora. Kids Like Us.
the crib with the kids often, coasting Ski-boating on the beach ocean Hoping them old closed cases never re-open Moving, y'all minor leagues, I'm like
your wedding ring (That's right.) You know most of these lil rappers are wack They spitting poison, they hurting the culture, they're holding us back
out here Straight up, yeah, this is a family thing We gon' handle our business and shit These muthafuckas know not to come around here like that This
a wedding at The Peabody Hotel once twenty odd years ago, and everybody Danced. Usually they just set there and stare. A few at Least sway. The roads are stupid crowded everywhere. Kids
so bad When we're all alone She's as different As can be She's a part a my heart Don'tcha pull us apart She's like one of the family Chorus Oh no! Trouble
of ideas, thoughts expose the road Painted pictures, mask very clear, like a spear Fallin' from the atmos, my raps soaked in the pages Kids I play with
dealt me the blow, one of us had to go How you hurt me I want you to know One of us is crying, one of us is lying in her lonely bed Staring at the ceiling
shake niggaz with bad advice Bullet comin at ya like rice at a wedding Lace you with a fresh white hospital bedding Liks are westcoast veterans You weak like the Bengals Soft like
When The World Starts To Strees Us Out (Yes) I Jets Us Out To A Spot Where It Is Just Us Now We Connect On Every Play Shawty Lets Touchdown We Like Jlo
I'mma pimp her, it's over man When I twist her in the Gold sedan Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose man Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands wedding
Got soldiers all over, gettin crunk in this bitch Shoot up the charts with number one hits Shoot up the club, with a full clip How you like us now? The
[Chorus] Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G Girl picture us married, you and me
cash made how my rent's paid How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid She said she want to have a family raise kids someday Like out in Beverly Hills she
the border To see freedom all over again Man... One love to my Africans They try to kill us with AIDS But they smart again It's like I die once that I
, I be on that mob shit You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids
