looking for the truth I know there's one out there looking for something . . . looking for something that I can believe in looking for something . . . looking for something
Traduction: Down By Law. Looking For Something.
just looking for the truth I know there's one out there looking for something . . . looking for something that I can believe in looking for something . . . looking for something
me at home? And let me know you ain't in some heat And don't go crying, you're grown You know I'm looking out for you Cause you be looking out for me
my neighborhood so dirty I kiss my Grandma Goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home It aint much, but its something
owe me something nigga don't like you don't owe me when you see me I got killers looking to locate your bitch and bust freely I'ma take another ass for
Dipping in my cheve looking for shit to go down For my real ass players, man, they don't want me now Use to show me love, that's something they don't
Something that could make you do wrong, make it do you right [x4] [Layzie:] Look nigga from the cradle to the grave You gotta hustle to get paid I'm
something for us to listen to I?m tryin? to worry about my scratch minus the crabs I aint stopping for you n-ggas like yellow cabs I got scripts so why
girl I love you) I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) Looking for your hot stuff Baby, I need it Looking for your hot stuff Baby
do it for the real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers Ain't no love for them busta, no pimp for no
haze. [Lupe Fiasco:] I seen 'em brawl for it, right on the wall for it. Get kicked out the mall for it, run from the law for it. See things they should
) for cracked jaw Yes I rocked your cheddar box (hah) Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO) Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down
'll go on like smoking cigarettes, bad for yo health, got one hell of a mean streak, causing beef on the street, I pray on the week for ever looking for
my pants Gun in my hand For the demons On the land On the other hand I really am Angelic I ain't got to stress it You can tell it Look into my eyes No
thing, ima pop that thing, shots gon sting, really? The nigga by this other truck with me, and, for most of the other niggas stuck with me Ill tell you something
girl I love you) I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) Looking for your hot stuff Baby, I need it Looking for your hot stuff Baby, tonight
