I know we can talk about it I know we can live without it What makes you feel this way? I wish I could say I know we can get through it What will it
Vertimas: Slick Shoes. Nėra priežasties.
I know we can talk about it. I know we can live without it. What makes you feel this way? I wish I could say. I know we can get through it. What will
get tired, I can still try out Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do But nobody's pickin' up a N*** Witta Attitude Confused, yo but Dre's a n*** with
that's what it gotta do But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude Confused, yo but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose One of the few who's been
, a three the hard way endeavor Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe town A showdown for Motown, it's a
up Goin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go up You know who done it now, few hundred miles And with shoes on it now It's like a few hundred thou
a boss Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance? Quarter mil a endorse, I oughta feel some remorse 'Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift
the stomach with a knife When I was three years old, finally figured it out That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and clout Without a motherfuckin' doubt, take a
I wanna do is make a nigga get bucked So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up Chorus [MJG] Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there's smoke
this slick (why not?) With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick? So why wouldn't I get it homes (I mean) To a nigga gettin' money
gold minutes after the gates on stores go up You know who done it now, Few hundred miles And with shoes on it now It's like a few hundred thou When we
with a knife when I was three years old, finally figured it out That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and clout Without a motherfuckin doubt, take a
s what it gotta do. But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude. Confused... Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose. One of the few who's been
I wanna do is make a nigga get bucked So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up [Chorus] [MJG] Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there's smoke
slick (why not?) With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick? So why wouldn't I get it homes (I mean) To a nigga gettin' money like