Tradução: Número Uno de los admiradores. Que está pasando.
could not wait, one more day. It's happening. I chose to stay, much too late. It's happening. It's happening. You could not wait. It's Happening
here, still with it. Gotta tell the truth. We changed things. Bringin' somethin' new that's everlasting. I'm a keep it real. It's next to nothin'! Doin
make me sorry It's what I want, it's what I want And I'll tell you what You know me, and I can be A very, very vicious critic Another fan's appreciation
Lil' Rob:] Hey, this one's for everybody Everyone who's ever Wrote me fanmail and never got a response Hey, this one's for everybody Everyone who's ever
we are that's what happens when you make it yo i used to think when i was this poor and now i can anything i used to wish for if i lost it all to something
so we here, still with it Gotta tell the truth, we changed things Bringin' somethin' new that's everlasting, I'ma keep it real It's next to nothin',
Timb And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure Number one
was one situation But I didn't have the patience or the balls to say it And every time I tried, I just digitally relay it And it sound something like
hold Numbers like your phone number, plus area code Gamble with your career Go ahead chance her See what happened with scrubs on my records Deserve answers Oh Left Eye What's
That's mind body and spirit, a 120 degrees a piece We gon' break it down into simple terms That's nine nigga nine, highest level of change It's too many
could never blend in To society's mainstream, American dream Yeah, it's all one love but remember one thing This music is my life not a cultural fling It's
large, channels But our bar's handle might break mic's Vordul Megala, the cannibal ate mic's Strive live, live fuck five, I want a hundred an' eight mic's
g's, no he's a joke, that's why I treat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him 'beat It nigga' real bitches, true to the game, That's how you G a nigga
fan's, an ever fan think's he's an emcee, heads are heavy but there empty, I dwell in a land of tweny thousand emcee's, but only half of them are headin
started creepin' But for me it's just sex For her it's cheatin' It went down, one time, two times, once more Talkin real passionate, every time it jumped
