always cover for me, won't you, won't you, won't you? I don't wanna feel this way Won't somebody take away this feeling? You play good cop, I play bad cop
always conquer for me, won't you.....won't you? i don't wanna feel this way won't somebody take away this feeling you played good cop, i played bad cop
Traduction: Everything But The Girl. Good Cop, Bad Cop.
it STP (refrain, both parts done simultaneously) Going to the country where everything's free Going to the country, and you can't catch me I can't stand that bad
tear Fifth Ave up She might cop female 'Gators Bad thing's the homie gonna spend her like Spreewells later Now everything is messed up (yeah) You wanna
me in the hoop Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out
going bad No luck I'm going Bad, bad, bad So rough I'm going Bad, bad, bad No church I'm going Bad, bad, bad Disperse I'm going Bad Feel me out now [
my bro and me but he is not alfie gone off that goo punch, it makes me drowsy roll up the windows, it makes it cloudy daaamn if you aint know i make these girls
all night Hey ma' what's really good? Shake ya' ass all night Come on, get in the ride Drive fast all night But you already got a girl That's alright
rap money, plus I'm in the hood wit dimes And I ain't got no felonies, I'm good wit crimes Not all dat wit macs, but I'm good wit nines Great wit eights
the great one, sheek be jason not cops But that legendary nigga my pops I bust shots like bums at a bar but far from a lush Everything about this cat
the hooptie Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G We gots to bang a nigga, and bang a nigga good So I could cop a benz and drive the fuck
'm going bad No luck I'm going Bad, bad, bad So rough I'm going Bad, bad, bad No church I'm going Bad, bad, bad Disperse I'm going Bad Feel me out now
I'm in the hood wit dimes And I ain't got no felonies, I'm good wit crimes Not all dat wit macs, but i'm good wit nines Great wit eights Nigga, I'll
fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heat Yeah, you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know
