old man said you were through Down and out woman I love the way you do what you do Down and out woman, woman-child I wanna get down, down, down with
Traduction: Guess Who. Femme Down and Out.
layin Fabe I gotem And watch me get em And I do them Or I did them And there's two within my denin And I shoot everything but woman and kids Bitch niggas
great man, you can find a woman like a soldier holdin' him down. [Fabolous] And she treats me like a dawg, watches for the hit. Checks where I go, even watches who
(trippin with me) And thats when I get stupid and them gorilla niggaz be with me But I'll rather be running up in something wet and slippery (wet and
snub coll 8 5 7 ain't nothing changed I ain't looking for no trouble just protecting my brain I don't need to reach out and touch ya, stay out of my range
done struggled too long not to floss and get on. Imma get it with the double, if not the microphone.I'm headstrong plus I'm out for those dead presidents. And
to your voice A woman's tryin' to make decisions We should leave them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this
tho' We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood Yeah with that funky sound *so funky* we be throwin' down) This goes out to you playa you know...you know who
woman, I am man-- Let's kiss. [Fanny:] Isn't this the height of nonchalance, Furnishing a bed in restaurants? Well, a bit of dinner never hurt, But guess
woman who passes herself off as a male They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer Preacher talking 'bout Christ betrayed It's like the earth just opened and
a read negative, fuckin these chickens ain't no way to live They tryin to get up in your pockets and break you down For 18 years, so who rapin who now
I said Hon, I want the sunshine And take the stars out of the night I ain't the kind of woman Who'd make your life a bed of ease I'm not the kind of woman
sight I said Hon, I want the sunshine And take the stars out of the night I ain't the kind of woman Who'd make your life a bed of ease I'm not the kind of woman
roll the windows down and play the music loud smoking out in her car Lost in west Omaha, and we?d get drunk and kiss our bodies twist like shoe laces. And