Oversettelse: Drag-on. Fortell dine venner.
who did I know your bitch, get at 'em Kiss [Chorus: x2] Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends
suck, call me gone when I nut That's the end of us, get your friend to f**k Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal Niggaz talkin real greasy on some
should have realized, on our second date When you dragged me into the bathroom at Tanika's house And screamed at me for like twenty minutes 'Cause I had contradicted you in front of your friends
got the best smile (no homo) Your girlfriend is a lucky lady (no homo) With your looks you'll make a handsome baby (no homo) I like the way your shoulders
Krayzie: Yeah, come on, come on, come on. This is my family. This is my family, my family. Layzie: Lord, help make up my mind. Which way do I turn
in the ground, and drag 'em out onto the dance floor. Tell 'em what it stand for: now when they came they had they pants on--we beat bitches up out their
big ol' ball? My baby, you're not crazy Might be you're lone Come on, gimme a drag Bambino, see your diamond landing Well baby, you're not so mean Tell
her She gon tell Quieta and Quieta like the media, Woopty woo to the bloods, her lipstick match my flag that swag Weezy F Baby got lust that drag, I put em in your
pimps and macks But now we got the young bucks trying to jack It's a stick up, put your hands up before you get bucked Got you for your watch, your link, and your
I hear Bronx New York Get on the telephone Call 50 of your friends Tell all your friends who need some help Doctor Williams comin' to the Bronx New York
To Stay I Could Tell By The Look In Your Eyes Something Was Moving The Wrong Way So Unfortunalty You Decided To Climb On The Back Of Your Mans Bike To Go On
all your spinal fluid And spinal fluid is final, you won't get it back So don't get attached, it'll attack every bone in your back Meet Zach, twenty
, it can't be true Has this lovin' world turned it's back on you? Out spendin' your time, baby, diggin' for gold Dig inside yourself, it's inside your
a treat Jeremy programmed a beat That I could flow on I'ma go on, the D-Train's about to roll on The day I pulled out my fat marker and I wrote on The
in the myst of a crowd, when shit wasn't good Til I heard your voice out loud, then I lifted it good Doctors wouldn't tell me, the teachers would often
your memory away One of these days One of these days Some how, some way Ever since you've been gone Time has a way of dragging on and on Friends drive
with me, go call your menz up Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands up You steady being on the
