You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you You'd be like heaven to touch, oh, I wanna hold you so much At long last love has arrived
You're just too good to be true can't take my eyes off of you you'd be like heaven to touch oh, I want to hold you so much At long last love has arrived
: You're just too good to be true can't take my eyes off of you you'd be like heaven to touch oh, I want to hold you so much At long last love has arrived
haters want me dead, but I ain't never been a stranger to drama The most hated around the world, just like my name was Osama Picture my Cheve riding low, boys
you can catch me in tha DnDnC them boys throwin up they thumbs North north won this bitch nigga where you from Southside eastside westside there reclyin Boys
we Prem' and them My gang with big truck, wifey's we beamin' them Let's Esco, that tag team from Queens again This is Shakedown, here go the breakdown The big boys
got a man who takes care of her better than I do Alright Well there's machine and fire, waitin' for us on the edge of town* And there's some boys for
What the fuck good does that do me now But somehow I know you're near me in presence Or I went and drop some presents off to ease it to them Two little beautiful boys
motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists It's just that gangster glare with gangsta raps that gangsta shit makes a gang
track it's all-out war Light the lamp, throw a hit Black and gold never quit The barn is full, our team's in town So put 'em up boys, knock 'em out
all that shit We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back We just some wicked clowns and it's been like that I don't understand why some people in town
in the house You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown I got boys down river straight hick town Well, ya
fight, But it just ain't right to take away the light. Remember Genie from the casino? She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed. The boys from your gang
neck Say cheese My doughs a bit longer My flow is jus slaughter My wrists look like frozen polin spring water So tell me boys tell me boys who u think
witchur neck Say cheese My doughs a bit longer My flow is jus slaughter My wrists look like frozen polin spring water So tell me boys tell me boys who
up knew most of what having [? ]. Disciples [? ] the ghetto boys cause they was talking to Hoover. Time versus life is all a process. Drive-by's, gang