, back to when I said goodbye And I try To picture all of the people I know They?re what I love about home Home is the place where I feel I belong Down
Превод: Путовање ка југу. Оно што волим О нама Хоме.
window, back to when I said goodbye And I try To picture all of the people I know They?re what I love about home Home is the place where I feel I belong
, 'cause I don't lie I just kick thick game, some people say why? 'Cause I'm back on the block, I got my life back So I school the fools about the fast
it Any way you want it She loves to laugh She loves to sing She does everything She loves to move She loves to grove She loves the lovin' things
to be in love we hide behind that word It's not enough to be alive, when your future's been deferred What I've run through my body, what I've run through
he wrote his own books about what he saw and he made his own songs about what he thought he had heard until almost he himself believed what he was creating
the puddle of melted snow in amazement. "I'm not a duck" he honks. "I'm a swan!" Ida and her handsome Ugly embrace. The beautiful Penny appears, and love
weed outta Bibles Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle Menstruation cycles, I give bitches Bring your craziest nigga, I'll give stitches Whateva,
cause I don't lie I just kick thick game, some people say: why? Cause I'm back on the block, I got my life back So I school the fools about the fast track
outta bibles Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle Men-estration cycles, I give bitches Bring your craziest nigga, I'll give stitches Whateva, go
public never heard much about it. The exact cause of the fire and crash has never been determined.) "Now, with the help and support of the woman I love
I don't lie I just kick thick game, some people say: why? Cause I'm back on the block, I got my life back So I school the fools about the fast track I
Even my big fo'-fo' don't scare no mo' I hear gunshots, son son hit the flo' I get my dough, I'm out, did my show, I scout for some hoe-ass, I need some
I hate a golddigger Yeah, gimme that microphone I make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's home I keep the jacked cellular phone blown in three zones Love
