I'm alright, alright, I feel alright I never been better in my life You know the score I'm just fine, I'm fine, feeling fine A regular sawed off valentine
Traduction: Five For Fighting. My Baby.
Chorus: Lloyd] She good for my money Good for my money She good for money, she good She good for my money Good for my money Good for money, she
of Patron for you Ma, ma [Chorus: Lloyd] She good for my money Good for my money She good for money, she good She good for my money Good for my money
For all those who wanna analyze me For all those who wanna analyze me It starts off in the hips Move to the lips For all those who wanna analyze me My
've been marked for death My heartless breath The underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My eyes stay teary for
I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed Collect G's make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga holla my set, and watch 'em ride Outlaw motherfuckers
the homies runnin through the halls room to room, so I assume Since I'm a playa like my nigga Syke Then it's only right for me to disappear into the night My
gettin paid Police on my pager, straight stressin A fugitive my occupation is under question Wanted for investigation, and even though I'm marked for
eyes swoll in fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw and five-o, get your lights on, fight long tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight so we might roll My
to fight Nigga my girlfriend, though we seperated at times I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine Picked you up when you was nine, started out my
[Chorus: x2] Get low (get low), get low (get low) They fight (they fight), they fight (they fight) Get low (get low), get low (get low) They shoot (they
ready I got a cruiser with a bimbo on the dash it kinda keeps my ass in line one little french kiss honey that's my kinda trash HONEY My brand new baby
Id keep my candleslit up, get em', hit em', get em', [? ] Bizzy! Nobody know my struggle nor my hustle. I'm a certified rider! Gave up all my children. Women in my
nigga? (Turn the track up, aww yeah) Turn it up! (This my shit right here, Bone back together baby) Let's go! (In these days and times of my life) Yeah
screamin' out Mo' With my pockets on swoll Please Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house Quit bringin' this stress to my spouse Casuse I'm ready for
I'm screamin' out Mo' With my pockets on swoll Please Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house Quit bringin' this stress to my spouse Casuse I'm ready for
maintain my mental frame, and now I'm Boneless Word sound 'til I'm foamin' Cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin' Disownin' heads like Romans fight rebel Trojans More than civil suits make my
