got the blues I got'em bad Yes this awful feeling When you don't have what you thought you had Oh yesterday, yesterday I sang love songs But today I got'em bad
Tradução: BB King. Se `em mal.
hollywood boulevard you can go there if you ever need the D.I double D.Y, B.A.D B.O.Y good in any hood, no vest, no 45 got my man lookin down on me from
shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba Got em jumpin {*King T starts speakin, indecipherable*} [King
x6] You can run an tell my city I'm on [x6] You can run an tell my city it's on [Bun B:] Bun B King of the Trill also one of the dopest, Whether the
50 sang too much And Em got soft And they say Dre just fell the fuck off Well fuck the fuck offs All y'all eat soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the
of them all? I love 'em all, but none of y'all Is Doug E., as me and the boy Kelly With the suicide doors, fuck 'em all We got hits like a thirty shot
: (B. Dylan) The festival was over, the boys were all planning for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall. The curfew had
to my motherfuckin' cranium Game tight, gun totin' motherfucker Niggaz in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker I tricked 'em- I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em I stripped 'em
: Intro: Jermaine Dupri B Side, B side, ha, check it So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration The Notorious BIG in the house We got Da Brat in the house
rules So I, got in 'em shoes, tried 'em wore them Wasn't a perfect fit, so I couldn't sport em Young murderers ride, I knew all them Jungle got shot,
apartments and got 'em used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers from Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B.'s newborn killers. Verse 3: (Ruc
Automobile gangster With a bad b-tch that came from Sri Lanka Yeah I?m in that Tonka, colour of Willy Wonka You could be the King but watch the Queen
