come back Won't you come back to me Come back to me my love Come back to me, come back to me my love Won't you come back to me Come back to me my love
Översättning: Kelly Family. Come Back To Me.
you know me, I've never seen homie He try to lean on me I'ma put the beam on him Tele-screen on me, really if he only Knew that we split him like a blunt
thank my fans so much And even though some may hate, still I appreciate All my friends and family, that kept it real with me I've been around the world and back
Why do you hate me? I came from nothin' (Hate me) Blood sweat and tears, you did not create me How can you doubt me? You don't know shit about me (Doubt me
it all T moved with hands in the air like Adolf Hand me a big drink, bet I spray it off La Costra Nostra, La Familia What? That I make my family ties
we could keep achieving wonders See the vision of the world through the eyes of Stevie Wonder, you feel me And I hope all the kids eat And don't nobody in my family
gangstaz I stay with a lady, she stay with a lady They makin' me crazy And I spray 'em with babies, in they face till they hate me And I'm makin' 'em
Uh, huh, I remember when I back in the days When I ain't got shit Now that I got shit, niggas wanna keep up shit But it's all good Watch me do this shit
western girl can't be still and a silent night is not for me Roll back the rug so we can two step 'round the Christmas Tree Red Bandanas, kelly green
push that through your memory Half of my enemies, wanna see Me and my bro shot down, like a family of Kennedy's Ask who as real as me, it's the C.C
I'm Da Brat-tat-tat, my homeboy Den on the track and we gon' lay you flat on yo' back when the beat-boom-boom-pat-pat like that, y'heard me? We comin
't live, it ain't me Oh nigga, I'm too deaf to move a step through shards or slip and slide Talk back and you get me for cussin', cuttin', bustin' bustin' me
's bright And comes home the next night But that's the life that I live understands me It's bad enough that Po-Nine tried ta can me Ayo my lifestyle
Doc Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers If not I push rocks anticipatin' my incarceration Media think I'm fakin' like Mason but when it comes to mase Fuck off, Kelly
hittin' 'em down with jokes Y'all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scope Bitches watchin' me, jockin' me, nigga blockin' me, cockin' me 'Cause
homemade bombs if they want war There's no sun, they put a fucking chip in me I'm a clone, matta fact it's a different me I'm high tech kid, you get
you tell me that I was wrong? They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They took a flower All
