It read, there is no use you looking Or ever hoping to get me back Oh, there's no use you looking Or ever hoping to get me back Yes, because it's all over
read, there is no use you looking, or ever hoping to get me back Oh, there's no use you looking, or ever hoping to get me back Yes, because it's all over
Översättning: BB King. All Over Again.
It read, there is no use you looking, or ever hoping to get me back Oh, there's no use you looking, or ever hoping to get me back Yes, because it's all over
high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All
on A skunk pussy nigga always got my stank on Hang on, you wasn't shit before we came on You know you lame, homes, you do the same song Over and over again
the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate
the bar, just stay cool and we good Recognize we thug, could of been all hood The flow's all love, thugs could of been all hood Pick up on it, never
the game to win All men should play on ten Scarface 'finna do it again Mash you nigga, smash through niggas Don't make me upstrap and blast you niggas Once again
all a new born son Won't you be my king (Won't you be my king) Cos' I know you care Did a dance for you And when I'm done I'm gonna do it again And when
My victim, from the back and tie the rope (rope) And throw 'em over the ledge like Blanket, throw a thrower over your head, all over your dead Go 'head
's looking down from above and there?s an angel There's an angel in the sky watchin? over me There's an angel in the sky watchin? over me It all began
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Bun B] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped
take over Now holler because these Impalas got extreme makeovers Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street now Wear the wrong color and catch a Rodney King
always gettin' caca from the blaca The B.G. hooter always pull me over Take me out the rafla, sit me on the curb And then they look me over They ask
