wanna get to know you I really wanna fuck you, baby One dose of your lovin' I really wanna to drive you, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know
clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked get
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your lawyer I really wanna defend you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm simply gonna try you, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby
Tradução: G-Unit. Wanna Get To Know You.
wanna get to know you I really wanna fuck you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm simply going to drive you , crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna
this Patron and talk to you for a minute Won't you put that blunt down 'fore you put the chronic in it Before you do that drive by, listen for a second Why you
I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group
, How my bow tie lookin'?, You ready?, Let's go. (The Game) When I see Lloyd Banks it's goin', (down, down) If you in the car wit em' you betta get, (
cops Go 'head snitch on me, I'm raps MVP And I ain't goin no where so dey come and get me (x2) [Verse 2 - The Game] G-G-G-G-Unot! On the grill of my
Outro] G-G-G-G-G-you niggaz ain't shit, bitch-ass niggaz I told you this shit was real nigga This is Fat Rat nigga, motherfucker All you get up on there
you I made you I made you I made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you Yes, I Made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you! I Made you I Made You! Mr. Potato Head I Made
Gun Shit Cause Chris Is A Snitch Even They Know That Wanna Stand Point Now Look Where Spado At. Stuck Behind Prison Bars Dealin Wit Them Prison Guards Only Get
its g-g-g-unot You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods You just little G-Unit run around thugs You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods
you left out some things You get low like Bleek when them ratchets bang Mase step inside the confessional booth You turned your back on God, the devil got you spooked You
you And just to get shit crackin, I drop the toaster Grab the Louis go Sammy Sosa And you ain't gotta know me to know that, I hop out a new pink Rolls