want to hold You Even though You can't be held Because You're so much more Than anything I've ever known Anything, anything I'd give anything I would give anything
want to hold You Even though You can?t be held Because You?re so much more Than everything I?ve ever known Anything, anything I?d give anything I would give anything
Перевод: Третий день. Ничего.
my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and) I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
come up in the spot Looking extra fly For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky Yes, yes, yes guess who's on third? Lupe still like Lupin the Third
Nigga better stop hatin' before they disappear I see the same ol' shit and pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch Disrespect that Nolia dogg Them third
Get on it" **echoed** [Kardinal Offishall] Theoretical arts of my mind burns onto loose leaf Third dimensional verse put walkman on curves Microscopic techniques plain as day
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty, delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked
, time to get some Geto Heaven Geto... [Verse 1] Searchin for a love, throughout the ghetto Young girls is thick, righteousness is narrow I got my third
worth eight figures So young niggaz, boss up I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss I got a letter from the government the other day I opened and read
Tryin' to score so I could maneuver the Range I hear police callin' my name, I ball in no lane Tryin' to hit the wall, make the ghetto hall of fame It's third
to shine) But now we got anything you ever wanted Yeah, he was old but he had a fat wallet (cha-ching) Only workin' one day a year With a plush-red suit
these is for the hoes I can't trust A bitch ain't shit Don't be a fuckin' dummy because she play You for your money fool I'm here to tell you Third
Sign niggas steal anything that ain't nailed down/ Come around my way, that's how we monster mash/ Sip that Crown all day every day, hey, hey/ In and
It was the third of June, another sleepy dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked
except her As my own she tries to tie up my phone (Phone and) I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone Probably out tryin' to bone anything
