Traduction: Chiens. Elle a une raison.
see She comes in colours and she goes with her back to me She leaves me, I suppose she's got a reason She leaves me, she must have a reason And
' me But before I go, betta leave my dough Verse 2: [Missy] I'ma fool for you (yea) But you seem to think my love's a joke (it aint a joke boo) I get
's an angel Up on Heaven's highest hill And no one there can hurt you baby No one ever will Somewhere someone's conscience is like a burning bed
The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em In and out of lanes like a New York cab I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab Who's this fake nigga
day A perfect Texas afternoon A mother and two children play The way the always do As they raced home from the mailbox A mother and her son Against a
got tendonitis I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis The doc said I got a case of real nigganitis He ain't got a vaccine or cure strong enough
then I hide with the Waltons Down South, the forty-four feela I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga Westside highway
I just hear a tight jam, now it's on let make my maneuver Hit the alley saw a man in a landcruiser In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger
a cigar in my mouth over Vegas city lights On a path way up the hill to be with my other wife A rich nigga living strife going on like nothing's wrong
breakin it off there's no denying the fact it's strong Cuz you got a man who's probably playin his part You probably breakin his heart He's trying to
Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do' Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce And she wants to jump
to be a jackass to beat up my dad My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky But grannie I'm a
