s no mistake, she's got it all There's no mistake Her coloured hair, her fashion sense The way she walks. It's what she wore There's no mistake, she's got it
Tradução: Matar a los jóvenes. Ella lo tiene todo.
I've lost all usefulness I want to die I have them all the best years of my life Then Maggie passed away, now I've got no wife So kill me, young man,
stars never will Like Ross and Jeezy both y'all my niggas, y'all should chill Instead of beefin', let's remember how baby blue got killed How Wolf got shot down, how Meech got
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
nigga to them three young Sunnydale niggaz Nigga that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggaz mayne And all y'all wanted was one-on-ones and y'all got it
it. unless she got on La Perla And i can see through it, i don't just let her ride I give her the keys to it. me n my bitch layed back In the coupe, i
got cakes for 3 When it's havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga [Chorus] [The Game] I got guns, guns, guns, guns Guns all over the
for Whole hood tatted up, bandana white side jeans coming out Busters leave when it's nighttime 15s in the trunk hit me 'fore they see me come Wear 24s
He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers n*gga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin' n*gga Hurt him in that cherry
caps! He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, nigga Hurt him in that cherry
caps He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers n*gga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin' n*gga Hurt him in that cherry
some stars never will Like Ross and Jeezy both y'all my n-ggas, y'all should chill Instead of beefin', lets remember how baby blue got killed How Wolf got shot down, how Meech got
'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin' itback y'all! Break it down now! [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] All alone on a Saturday night Smokin' on a blunt, feelin' all
s a mess, couldn't care no less He's got a dream, so far away it seems We're not all alone Our minds in control It's a perfect waste of time Rules
up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the