Well, I've looked all around, trying to find me a wife I'm gonna find my big legged brownskin, take the rest of my life I got to find my baby, I declare, well I I
goodbye Well I've looked all around trying to find me a wife I got to find my big legged brownskin share the rest of my life I got to find my baby I declare well I I
Översättning: BB King. I Gotta Find My Baby.
find if you scared} [X2] Cut with curls in my hair got my L`s in tha air Wiastin drank everywhere cuz I cuz I don`t care With my niggas out that lava
But I don't know why I mention And if I don't pay no attention, I'm cool (Real niggas do real things) (Real niggas do real things) Sure as my chronic
is amaze me 'Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream And make it big b-b-big b-b-baby So maybe the eighties made me crazy I've been tryin'
my time I had to roll with the punches and keep my ducks in a line I keep my mind on my money, I keep my mind on my paper I keep a glock inside my pocket
gotta stress [ja rule] stress [fat joe] stress [both] oooo weeee [ja rule] yes i kno you love L-O-K-I [fat joe] and C-O-C-A-B-A-B-Y [ja rule
of time what i am is what i am if you dont like what i am i dont give a damn black pecker's my title, john king is my idol im havin thoughts thats suicidal
I rock telephones with the TV screens So I can have real phone sex, know what I mean? Here come da butta, baby I bring it smooth and hot Here come da butta, baby
Recently I approach, the microphone, cause I aint no joke Recently I approach, the microphone, because I aint no joke Recently, recently, recently, recently
at war, I say dem boys at war I say dem niggas from uptown, dem boys at war I say dem boys at war I say dem, boys at war I sat dem niggas from downtown
change my clothes, but i can reach in my pocket pull out a bankroll a ballah baby i dont love these hoes i hustle monday through sunday my shop neva
Lay it on me King Cowboy baby, you know my credits Don't ask if it's true, "Fuck it", I said it Regret it? Never, pimpin'? Forever Pull more hoes than
low,i'd kill fo another chance 2 see him once again,I'm sorry for the way i was n how i must have been, 'cause i was bad i was nothin but a troble kid
hotter then lava, the medium, medium meetin 'em tedium B.B. The Kid sire, Allah the king administer candles, kiss the ring Dig in the brain and find the
