you know I'm sorry you know I'd give you anything on a dime. Sorry again, cut your little head, but sorry don't mean nothin, if sorry's still in bed. You
tried, I did Sorry, you know I'm sorry You know I'd give you anything on a dime Sorry again, cut your little head But sorry don't mean nothin' on a dime You
Tradução: My Morning Jacket. Picture of You.
Extreme at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you
/ Nick: together , and then I kiss S.A.: swimmin' and hummin', and then I kiss My stoney baby my stoney baby (my stoney) my stoney baby (my stoney, my baby, my stoney) my
our lives we risk How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest They handcuff me, they knew my government
San Joaquin Every day I struggle With the distance and the fear That I will not return Or find a way to bring you here My emptiness grows deeper I feel my
you find, it ain't no Santa, Christmas still mean a lot 'Cause it's the time to get together and give all you got You got food, good moods, and what's
livin', neh nigga, gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me You can joke
livin', neh nigga, Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me You can joke
you to walk in, for you to walk in But you're missing, when I shut out the lights You're missing, when I close my eyes You're missing, when I see the
, boy Ain't no smack here, boy, you get jack here, boy And when we finish you'll never come back here, boy I suggest you don't be thugging with me And if you
squeeze on that Im easy, like Sunday morning ill give up my cheese for that Thick miss, Krizz is the pick for your wish list Get bent, youll get to picture
you, not you, not you, not you, not you, my nigga How many niggas down to die with a nig' tonight Not you, not you, not you [Kurupt] We never gave a
replied "I'm gonna spend a little quiet time with the Lord" "Looks like to me you're playing cards," his friend said "No, you see, I don't have my Bible
my shit (Break it down) Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat Picture police man Dan gotta picture of that Picture
a livin', neh nigga, gon' bother my Cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me You can joke
