Hey, hey, baby, honey what's wrong with you? Hey, now baby, honey what's wrong with you? Well, now don't treat me, baby, like you used to do. Well you
Tradução: Rolling Stones. Bebé, ¿Qué hay de malo.
love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +
love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but
so wrong (It's Fifty!) [50 Cent] I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven Sittin politic with passengers from nine eleven The Lord's
Thugs, 'cause y'all think that you can really hate, nigga [Chorus] [Krayzie] What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit and call his shit original? What's
see in me Could ya tell me what you see [Krayzie Bone] What makes a nigga think He bite my shit and call his shit original What's worse Tellin' people
loose and spit at the ganstas What up gotti were in this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones What's wrong
s gonna marry He's hopin you can make it there if you can 'Cause in the ceremony you'll be the best man You say "neato"... check your libido And roll
: By the time that the songs came on we were stoned out of our minds I know it's only rock and roll but it's the soundtrack of our lives And no matter
the flyest Hovito, baby No equal, baby So, petite n' gold Let the beat go Now I'm eatin' gold, baby Hovito, baby No equal, baby So, petite n' gold Let
'm getting brains in the Range With the brains blown out With TV's, the wood grain and Them thangs rolled out Repaet chorus twice (Ali:) It's like a
And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the Last Dance It's easy past, when I'm runnin wit your lady Ask yo boys, I'm pushin your Mercedes So what
about fifteen stones The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp Ay, my one's and my two's got your
a wrong, a chair hit a judge right in his face Shitting shanks out, come to court dates Mittens on shines with blood Wally's that's the color of wine [
don't need no doctor 'Cause I know what's ailing me I don't need no doctor 'Cause I know what's ailing me All I need is my baby You don't know I'm in
hope that my parole officer's knowin' that [Chorus: Vocal Sample] Livin' a little harder What do I do with my life? Livin' a little harder What do I
