/61 other personnel, unk. Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com I like to see my baby, strollin' down the avenue-hoo I like to see my baby, strollin' down the
Перевод: Маленький Вилли Джон и Хэнк Баллард. Мне нравится видеть My Baby.
hall, with my framed autograph, Sunglasses with elton john's name, on my drag wall I'm out the closet, i been lying my ass off All this time, me and dre
even write rhymes But what I will do I'ma send you this opus scribed through the airwaves Vibe with me [Chorus: John Legend] I knowwwww I knowwwwww
Just a little bitch, little balls, little dick Let me show you how to work your tongue like a hurricane We ain't here to play no games, baby give me everything I know you like
carry a baby Babies havin' babies Rappers like me always disrespectin' ladies Wonder why it's like that, well so do I But I just turn my back and then
all alone High as hell, my mind is gone I'm thinkin bout some brand-new shit and I'm broke I know I be a fiend if I smoke that coke But if I go back to
' so devilish, shit I remember I was just like you Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's 'Cause G E D, wasn't B I G I got P A I D, that's why
So I say [Chorus (sample)] Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God (peace God!) I'm gone, I
, now hold up, now hold up Now I walked on ice and never fell I spent my time in a plush hotel John John Phenomenon, deadly but calm Word to my born,
chill He ain't the only one with chinky eyes Yo, I'm related to him And I'll put eight through him When I skate though him And my co-d I don't think you
I awoke him, the beamer, I drove it It was the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum I seen him, I sowed him, I leaned him, I told him The
Yall Doin? Yeh, my names Colt Ford, I jus came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from, the way I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr. John
Doin? Yeh, my names Colt Ford, I jus came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from, the way I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael
my head. Nicky: I know put my earmuffs on the cookie. Rod: But I never thought the things in my head Could really happen in my bed. Nicky: You look like
I'm tryna give us us free like Sinke I can't stop, that's why I'm hot Determination, dedication, motivation I'm talking to you of my many inspirations When I say, I
streets of the city I know it's shitty, but I can do without the pity Baby, never lived in the ghetto or the projects But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-
I'm the sultan of the ghetto, the homicidal aficionado I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles, uh When I battle, I'm breaking Bentleys down to gravel I
