what it seems I'm movin' on, I'm movin' on, I'm movin' on I'm movin' on, I'm movin' on, movin' on I'm movin' on, oh yes, I'm movin' on
I'm moving on I'm moving on I'm moving on I'll see you somewhere down the line I'm moving on We're looking good and feeling fine I'm moving on And
Перевод: BB King. Я `м. Moving On.
myself, with the pistol in the do' "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Mistah F.A.B.] Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I'm still a kid Twenty
we ready for war (Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!) All y'all niggas, better just hit the floor (Killers!) [King Tee] I'm close to the best thing, on
mitzi dupree she said hi i am mitzi the queen of the ping pong where you going boy i said nowhere she said i'm moving on i thought what is this i cannot
Breath and I'm ready for action Dance like Micheal Jackson I don't stop, 'cause Im the King of Pop Spin around and I grab my crotch Just move to
like me the bitch must dont like men (like men) I say what I want coz I can If I didnt id be a liar Mommy im on fire Come ride with a rider The
' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet smokin' on a wet cigarette (who these niggas think they are) (wishin' on a ghetto star i represent my tar)
I'm all, i'm all about my paper, I'm all, i'm all about my paper [Lil' Wayne:] Now ho don't ask me what i'm doing, thats me in the hook. And i just keep
Shoot ya in ya mouth and call it bullet tooth I'm like what dey do What 2 do Theres a full court Pressure I'm just going 4 da 2 If I'm movin for da three
you from Brooklyn number one Native son, speaking in the native tongue I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is) While you still try to follow where it is I'm on
like the moon Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman I'm a hater like
no peace on my side Bitch, I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune tells me who I'm shooting when the funeral outside I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X
the best I'm like Hennessey and coke, XO and nothin' less I'm the nigga, the B I G, I know you know the rest Suppose I was to told ya no, I ain't gon'
to me I don't bullshit, I don't quit writin' a rhyme fit K K K pray each day that I get hit Motherfuckers try to flip on the Icepick Move and slip, close
