Hot damn hoe shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up Hot damn hoe shut the fuck up, here we go again Oh, this where you broads gonna piss me What you got against
Traduction: Cha Cha. Here We Go Again.
amused Same chickens in sessions around Jagged & Absolute Studio groupies is what I call that Say it, cause that's how y'all act Same chickens on the bra-strap Actin' like we go
(sil-da) (sil-da) Hook 2) wae ja ggu na reul but jab eu ryeo hae wae ja ggu nun mool eun heul ri neun deh Rap) Yea this is how it goes / Here we go again
never leave again I wanna see my nigga Screw get to breathe again And wanna see Dinky and my nigga Donny break free again On the block, never thinkin '
40) (Anyway, it doesn't matter much how you feel, you know what you got to do, I'm here to do it, how about you?) [E-40:] Our age, five-years-old we
know Chorus: We dancin', we drinkin', relaxin', wassup.. But please don't waste my time.. And I don't wanna make you cry but please don't waste my time... We kissin', we
to test us dog And Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall You know we be sinnin' and Krayzie intended on endin' it when it ends Murder come again, again and again
need to do right here is, Is nod your fuckin head Yeah, yeah Break ya fuckin neck bitches Yeah, yeah Here we go now.. Where we goin now? Where we goin
echoes* WHEN, WE, COME, and hit YOU Best believe, we really gon' get YOU Light up whatever you wanna flaunt Cause we be dippin it baby, so what you want? Here we go
it all wit'cha, go through any door wit'cha It doesn't matter I will, go against the law wit'cha Just know you live through me; your love is all I need
[Shady] What's the deal? [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. [Missy] Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors We gon' get high, we gon'
here! You can't run from me Kim It's just us, nobody else! You're only making this harder on yourself Ha! Ha! Got'cha! (Ahh!) Ha! Go ahead yell! Here
Will he hit or miss.... HE HIT! What's next?" "We got money, we got cash, we got prizes We got blood, we got guts We got naked dead bitches on the Joker
I'd jump out n' stab bitches in the balls cuz I remember these kids from tha playground everybody'd hang around, we were all down but then we grew up
yo' ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong in the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin Sendin more kites than Benjamin Franklin Twenty years old but ya still a veteran Won't touch down til we
pocketbook Say it again? Oh Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Check this out here Looking at my body I bet you thinkin' bout it Don't cha wanna
