Tradução: Changing Faces. Lovin 'Ya Boy.
I'll never let you go [1] Lovin' ya boy There's nothing I won't do for you baby Lovin' ya boy I'm loving you and only you Lovin' ya boy Whew Lovin' ya boy
boy it don't feel right What do you expect me to say (You know it's just too little too late) You take my hand, and you say you've changed But boy
well as the rapes Do take place inside these human warehouses [Ice Cube] Nigga I'm a hustler, act like I'm lovin ya Don't mind fuckin ya, just like the
school boy decided to be an MC (See some said no, others said fa' sho) And now we comin' back down, this time in a six fo' Zoop zoop, open ya mind up
changed her name to my chick Yea boy that's my girl An she pops *excellent* up in Waynes world Totally dude You should see their faces when they see that
soul power, will shower ya defenses now you're falling, and crawling Cause your styles are infantile not poetically correct to test I'm laughin at ya,
when a school boy decided to be an MC) See some said no, others said fa' sho (And now we comin' back down, this time in a six fo') Zoop zoop, open ya
'll ride (Hate) Girl it's us (It's me and you) Nothing's gon' change it, that's a fact (Nothing's gonna change it, baby) Even if ya' girls ain't down
' felonies and fuck dat coke 'Cause a nigga lovin' these streets and that's of course Mane I hate to see tha judge face and that's fa sho Prayin' that
violation, soul power, will shower ya defenses now you're falling, and crawling Cause your styles are infantile not poetically correct to test I'm laughin at ya
, girl We found this love, girl, together so sweet The moment we let each other see The deepest feelings people share lady Sugar you made me change it
them dudes that's trife, you lose your life It's a thug love Searchin' for love in the wrong places A thug love Lovin' them rough with pretty faces
and them Complaining from the banging of the headboard Yea I hear 'em complainin? but look here, it's Luda! I got ya Grippin? on the bed lovin? when u make dat face
, already, yeah Listen man, yeah my niqqa We got this shit Ey, ey, i tried told them Yeah, Cash Money Millionaire, ya know I Can't Feel My Face Yeah,
The murders, the suicides, as well as the rapes Do take place inside these human warehouses Nigga I'm a hustler, act like I'm lovin' ya Don't mind fuckin' ya
perfect pitch and chronic bud, it save yo strug's, of somebody suffa scripturaz, tryin to rip ya, hit ya really good, I'll split ya, ditch ya. Gotta
boy it don't feel right What do you expect me to say? (You know it's just too little too late) You take my hand, and you say you've changed But boy you
