do right Wanna do right I wanna do right CHORUS Oh, you got to do right Yes you gotta do right Let Him be your guiding light Yes you gotta do right Let Him
wanna do right Wanna do right, I wanna do right Oh, you got to do right Yes, you gotta do right Let Him be your guiding light Yes, you gotta do right Let him
Traduction: 4Him. Do Right.
wanna do right Wanna do right I wanna do right CHORUS Oh, you got to do right Yes you gotta do right Let Him be your guiding light Yes you gotta do right Let Him
the clouds Make me feel like I'm floating (yeah) You think I'm playing When you know it's the truth Nobody else can do it quite like I do All my kisses
leaning, just sittin over to browse And the G4 is just getting over the clouds You can't tell me that I ain't what's up right now I got a bottle of Tequila
wake up gettin told that ya kids trapped at school When the time's right, I'ma put this nine right to the left side of ya head, push ya mind right It'
on 'em Maybe I'm just feelin' the Kush Everybodys against war but right now I'm feelin like Bush When you get money theres nothin' that you can't do on
Beat It [2nd Verse] You Better Run, You Better Do What You Can Don't Wanna See No Blood, Don't Be A Macho Man You Wanna Be Tough, Better Do What You
It [2nd Verse] You Better Run, You Better Do What You Can Don't Wanna See No Blood, Don't Be A Macho Man You Wanna Be Tough, Better Do What You Can
Banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya Dope game bitch, let his momma worry about him You can holla at me, a fee! All I wanna do is (BANG BANG
(trial and tribulations, thick and thin, baby let's go) [Verse 4: Jay Lyriq] A go getta... that's what they call me Do be mad at him that's why they
me And I really don't give a fuck Jus as long as my child kno me What the fuck am I supposed to do Lord I kno I need to be closer to You damn right I
The block it can't stop, I gotta keep paper stacking Mo'fuckers be whispering, there go Z-Ro and I can't wait to jack him But, I got news for ya They
gat Straight from where niggaz sell that mad crack, just ran him over crack It ain't no love in Missouri City, my partna I know it look nice A 4-5 fuck
Hit it from the back, and don't quit Bitch fuck you hoe, I'm all about my dough Standing on the corner, with my chrome 4-4 Maybe 4-5, maybe twelve gauge