I'm going home to see my baby, I'm going home I'm going home to see my baby, I'm going home I'm gonna take her in my arms I'm gonna hold her all night
Traduction: BB King. Going Home.
ain't never been wacked And thanks to Bun-B and Pimp-C I got two gold plaques They hanging on my wall pimp I miss you dog Bun-B ride for that boy and
the soul To the old folks home in the college. Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could
the soul To the old folks home and the college Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could
wait (Breezy) [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Girl I wanna make ya sing like opera Gotta cold headed dose I'm your doctor Pink house like a copper Man I got the chopper Lion king
And never take candy from strangers Ludacris is stressed in stripe had to earn my stripes like I played with the Bengals I'm in the south homes going
I spray at Underground King, nigga, UGK that You should try crack all night, all day that Tell me where the weight at ZipLock baggies all in the trunk Going
I could bring Justo back The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home
