Hey what?s not to love about time after time Layin? it on the line for you what?s not to love about What?s not to love about that Isn?t love about give
Traduction: Blue County. Quoi de ne pas aimer.
die Sweared and sacrifice for you Hey what?s not to love About time after time Layin? it on the line for you What?s not to love about What?s not to love
and smoking on fire sweet and parlay You should of got a purple heart, for living in a war everyday If he's really a friend, you would turn him in That's what
the canyons of your minds (POO-AAH!) "ETHELL, wanna get a cuppa cawfee?" (Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's!) "Ahhh! there's
Fuck you This lil trik went out to the club This lil trik stayed home This lil trik she's lookin for love But this lil trik just wants to bone I am
color, or territory Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story So what's left, the judge goes deaf When you try to tell your side And you ain't blue
9 A big bag of shrooms and the Boones wine Never uptight, see I'm that light that shines Lady's always askin me "what's your sign" I'm a Capricorn, not
ride, still die for BIG's name (chorus) [Verse 3] For BIG I grip the cig, put six in your wig Not cause of what he said, cause of what he did When
homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old
routine, the cream Earing's, you know the drama Biggie bring For Big I grip the cig, put six in your wig Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what
on homey Lil' Rob, what am I on? [Chorus] Everybody is somebody's fool, there's no exception to the rule There's no guarentee that the one you love is gonna love
put us in you know what I'm saying Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state
territory, can't rehibilitate em, that's the sheriff'story, So what's left the judge turns deaf when you try to tell your side cause you ain't blue eyed
or territory Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story So what's left, the judge goes deaf When you try to tell your side and you ain't blue
Park Mexican talking] For my nigga, Filero on this biatch Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit Man it's real man, here we go Yo, what's up, what's up
