life? Who cares how much I want to hang around? Who cares how much I need that look in my life? Who cares how much I want you around? Who cares how much
Oversettelse: Kind Of Like Spitting. Hvem bryr seg om hvor mye.
my life? Who cares how much I want to hang around? Who cares how much I need that look in my life? Who cares how much I want you around? Who cares how much
me Who would have guessed, her family crest I'd suddenly spy tattooed on her thigh And son of a gun It's just like the one on me Tell me How was I
Smiled and was on her way, my kind of bitch My kind of bitch My kind of bitch don't fix her hair She don't care about what she wears My kind of bitch
understand And can you understand how i'm fully focused man I've learnt so much and matured so much And in these last past years been reassured so much
I gotta climb out tha grave myself Man, I played myself But when I look at all tha fans I touched I ask how can a man who's done so much, be treated
sockets in futile death. You accuse us of disrespect for the dead, But it was you who slaughtered out of national pride. Just how much did you care?
you nigga And it's worse I ain't got the kind of time you thirst I don't curse but any minute I'mma let one burst Know how much one broad get if she spit
I gotta climb out tha grave myself Man, I played myself But when I look at all tha fans i touched I ask how can a man whos done so much, be treated so
so tenderly But woe is me Who would have guessed Her family crest I'd suddely spy Tattooed on her thigh And son-of-a-gun It's just like the one on me
songs! [Chorus] Fuck y'all! We in here, ain't going nowhere Fuck y'all! We out there takin' care of binniz Take it to the streets if you feel like you
Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Si-Do These are the tones that will activate your ohms Who have lost their faith, who have lost their hope Who have lost their point, who
Smiled and was on her way, my kind of bitch My kind of bitch My kind of bitch don't fix her hair She don't care about what she wears My kind of
she can't ride in the LS Yeah, she kinda mad but a baller could care less While you sleep, sleep, sleep I'm inna Benz going beep, beep, beep Got your girl sayin' "Yo, who
