I've got to find my baby, I don't know what way to go Yes, I've got to find my baby, I don't know what way to go Yes, She don't believe that I love her
I've got to find my baby I don't know what way to go Yes, I've got to find my baby I don't know what way to go Yes, She don't believe that I love her
Превод: ББ Кинг. Шта Ваи то Го.
how much you tryna pay, let's go Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night I dunno what you fishin' for, hope you catch you a great white Need
you mine Let go,show your skin becuz you're one of a kind Me nah go lie! Girl I must be in love 'Cuz the way ah you ah whine You have my car top (Chorus
say a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport
(Watcher) Jeah, uhh, it's what I do for a livin' nigga (Watcher) Eat for a livin' nigga (Watcher) That's how I live for a livin' nigga (Watcher) Okay,
about a hot beat, a hot beat It's about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook Nobody gives
role Plus they know when I come to the court This is my sport, B dot o, B, so bet I go Bet I'm on a brand new plane Bet I'm in a whole different zone
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
, no welfare supporters More conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder Feelin' like life is over, these snakes strike like a
gon' make a switch dude Z-Ro the Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a snitch fool [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bun B] It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Black
Yo Pop Let's jump in the fight game boy My nigga Bun B you know he down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with
'cause the bottom gets old Never listen to 'em just go for what you know, yea All my life they told me stop tryin I never been the one to not go and
, I work hard And when my momma cried a river, they never gave us a bridge They gave us a bridge card, nigga Ridin' low, puffin on lye I came way too
You know I always leave you with the taste I know you like it hard to the core That's what you ask for ??????? Hurtin like a ?? in that ass, like a ritual
