no no No no no What they told me [Chorus:] People use to tell me this could neva happen now I just smile and grin This is what they told me I told it
Перевод: Довольно Вилли. Это то, что они сказали мне,.
no No no no What they told me [Chorus:] People use to tell me this could neva happen now I just smile and grin This is what they told me I told it would
to Frank Sinatra, Lyndsay to the Lohan naked while you let me watch ya, who da knew the Buddah do to me whats its done, such cynicism when this isn’t
better this time yea can u believe this catch em in the club when this shit come on have them scream in the buildin this they favorite song cant stop
ta kill me When the news get to the hood then niggas will be hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust Kickin up dust is a must I can't trust a cracker
drop bitches will buy it for the picture And niggas will buy it to and claim they got it for they sister Magazine paper girl but money ain't the issue They
told me be careful what you do Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts And mother always told me be careful who you love Be careful what you do
what you got) And wave (Show 'em what you got) And wave Show me what you got, lil' mama Show me what you got, pretty lady Show me what you got, shawty Show me what
me? I may not have the perfect life or big blue eyes But what I got is deeper than the sea Yeaaaa But what I`m willing to give you A million men in
will fix you niggas You make me get my tool case I dona??t see nobody But it aint my vision I see im what it is And you are what it isna??t Lights out
dedicate this to the niggas in the hood [Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?], keepin' it real on the street. Niggas they practice what they
And I wish I could forgive her But I do believe she meant it When she told me to forget it And I bet she will regret it When they find me in the morning
of heard her prayer Cause he made me get a grip And got me on up outta there I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya You couldn't have told me
you, you're making me blush I could use some competition but they not making me much Man, this beat is like my master, it's making me bust Hip-hop is
me You tryna CB4 you better raise it up Out of my crib take a cab 'Cuz content gardens is where they flatten your wig This for a certain chick whose name remains untitled This
hate the game Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game But what if you ain't no player? Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin' hated All these lies is 'bout who they