Just to be with you, oh just to be with you Just to be with you, oh just to be with you Just to be with you, oh just to be with you
Перевод: Третий день. Just To Be With You.
third felony plus my third strike man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life. QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you been the same muthafucka
breeder wont bore you, what happened to a time you wrote a ryhme and people adored you? and now you say one ting the breeder will scortch you, thats why
(Duet with Rod Stewart) This day and age we're living in Gives cause for apprehension With speed and new invention And things like third dimension Yet
like B.E.T. But still feel California Is the place to be, Catashtrophy... Tash: The Alkaholiks is back to fry you Xtra crispy With the skills
call you all day mothafucka where you at?) I'm on seven mile what the fuck was that Damn somebody hit me from the back (With they car?) With a gat nigga
you locked in the cella With your skeleton showing Developing anorexia While I'm standin next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With
dough What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you
because you cared for me And I could see you comin home after work late You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate Ya just workin with the scraps
a half you hustlin' backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards You tryin' to move more birds ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third [50 Cent] You
you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards You tryin' to move more birds ...in pa all day, on the corner of third
boy You know I really like being with u right? Just hanging out with you is fun So maybe we can go to first base Because I feel you Second base
stash'll never be found Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip My nigga hit me with
right? Clover G! Let's go Yeah, I'm too real to be an actor Ya dig? You know who you are You be home, you behind the mic Not me though [Chorus] "Nigga
till the day we die You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride You
off me. [D.Woods:] And now you say that I changed, and you don't like how I get down. Tellin' him I ain't even gonna stick around, just 'cause you
a toe-tag on your mark And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend You better watch where you heading [Chorus] I don't like you, you
