a change Is you is or is you ain't my baby? Maybe baby's found somebody new Or is my baby still my baby true? Is you or is you ain't my baby, baby? Baby
you're sure of one you find She's gone and made a change Is you is, or is you ain't my baby Maybe baby's found somebody new Or is my baby still my baby
Перевод: BB King. Is You является или вас нет (My Baby).
dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap but what you're making ain't hip hop b Get your clothes right
you ain't I'll blow ya off Bun B, the King of the Trill The one and the only mayne My roof linin' is swede My seats is pony mayne My air-forces
Cause I promise Black & Decker ain't gon' miss you with the tools Better duck before you lose, like McDuck or Mr. Scrooge I ain't givin away a golden
it to you though [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you
the line It's time for me to retrieve her And go get her like a wide receiver But we don't play no ball See when it comes to you babygirl, B.B. don't
without you, breathin without you baby What you done to me - you know that I can't see myself livin without you, bein without you, breathin without you baby
it, in holy matrimony And now can't nothing hold me, I fucks with UGK Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray You either in it pimping, or you
blow out ya candles, you do or ya don't, son Don't you wanna move? Don't this make you wanna groove? Let the feelin' get to you And let us get you high
You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, it's not a game, me B? I ain't playing Beat behind me player, so you here anyway You don't hear what
dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap But what you're making ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right
like spaghetti sauce You wanna floss with a G, keep it real It ain't no need in you lyin, to the king of the Trill You either won't or you will Just keep
got back to me Asking a braveheart to get back your jewelry You ain't from my hood, don't even rep Q B Nature moved to Marcy Man dick riding nature,
my life my way And like I told you eight years ago It's still my prerogative, don't you know It's still my thang and if you don't Like the way that