I had to prove that I could Make it alone now, but that's not me I wanted to show how Independent I'd grown now, but that's not me I could try to be
Asher I had to prove that I could make it alone But that's not me I wanted to show how independent I'd grown now But that's not me I could try to
Перевод: Beach Boys и Fat Boys. Это не я.
I had to prove that I could make it alone But that's not me I wanted to show how independent I'd grown now But that's not me I could try to be big in
Tony Asher I had to prove that I could make it alone But that's not me I wanted to show how independent I'd grown now But that's not me I could try
if all you see if you see Americas Next Freak take me home, take me home, take me home--- this ones for the Phyllis Deans and the beach boys rocking
Cubans [Mike] You wanna rap get the lab track qued let’s do this But not on this track You can’t afford it stupid! [Tak] Somebody call for the doc quick He’s
bae boy, now I'm all grown up I use to play the block like that (like that) I use to carry knots like that (like that) now I got black cards, good
that you prolly should know This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow And uh, my real friends never hearin’ from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That
Heeeyyyy) [Hook] [Young Cash:] I'ma be in the hood sippin yacht wit my boys At the keg parties with the white boys At the beach with the surfers
and great with gadges, (yeah) been around the world on a million stages, watch nigga's bitch up and go through changes, I had gun's before guns was in
Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it 'Cause I gotta feeling, woohoo, that tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good night That
, that's the shit that got me mad! (Please, Mr. Rapper, once again) That's the shit that got me mad! That's the shit, youknowhatI'msayin? (It's a family
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow And uhhh My real friends never hearin' from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's
them tools, tell 'em boys it could get mechanical, Now pop that pussy like a .44, I turn ya round and bend ya over like a low blow, It's Young Money baby
mouth Wild? Hardly, a man's man who would?a knew The beach houses and wild parties Jezebel's and Stella McCartney's For years all that, how can I not