If I'm late, darling, don't hesitate Just go without me and I'll see you there anyway If I miss you at the station I want you on that train I don't want
Oversettelse: Faces. Hvis jeg On The Late Side.
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge Nah, I'm
muscle boys meet I am a very nice guy, very sincere In real good shape I have no fear At the concert when the band comes on I am in the ring where I belong On my last leg I'm
up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage on 'em When the po-po chase If they catch me barehanded, I'm done Rip's gripping
[The Game] Yo gimme some fries and an extra large (Shake) b-tch hurry up, Ia??m late for this meeting I gotta (Shake) Ia??m in the McDonalds drivethrough
but I promise I will never let you go said I got I got I got I got your side boy I got I got I got I got your side boy (I know you got my side right)
what I'm sayin' Can't figure out what I'm implyin' If you feel you don't wanna be alive You feel just how I am I'm on the dark side And you can't come
loving yourself I'm discovering wealth watches wisdom in ways To make it in the last days, now bring it on Chorus Verse Two: Sean Lett I feel blessed I
You alright, alright I been, I been Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh no 10 After 8 I'm runnin' late I jump in my ride headed down the west side I picked
I see her when I cruize the park and 106 Next, her name is Ra'nette She lives on the west side I hit the L.A.X I'm so impressed by the way that she
reprimanded 'bout a thousand times I'm a rulebreaker You know that I'm a rulebreaker I know you are but what am I I'm daddy's little girl, bundle of kisses I'm
gonna give me some pussy and some head too I ain't trippin' though, these bitches takin' too long I'm 'bout to call some other hoes on the phone Tell 'em I'm
payed nigga, I was lying Thinking I'm washed up trying to peel my cap I got a million dollars and a million raps Short Dogg's on the mic spitting real
I] Takeoff, you invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer I'm kind of a Dahmer, I'm grinding Now rappers are lining up jackers, I'm climbing up
i'm living in i never sleep, when trouble steals thoughts from a restless mind for free, it could be.. the times i'm living in lately. ED I brush my
, I go on with my bad self I?m the four pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker Believe me not, I?m wicked like three sixes I?m doper than the Pete Rock remixes
