(Chester Burnett a.k.a. Howlin' Wolf) How many more years, have I got to let you dog me around How many more years, have I got to let you dog me around
How many more years have I got To let you dog me around? How many more years, baby How many more years I got To let you dog me around? I'd really be dead
Traduction: BB King. Combien d'années.
King They having a kissing fight and I'm Don King Everybody know I'm coming soon like LeBron's ring" You tell me that wasn't verse of the year Man that
be my cee-lo! And when I rest my head it's on a peee-low! B-D-B-D-B-D-B-B-D-B-BO! You see the skills I manifest, is very thorough! And if you don't believe
getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, nigga I pop mines How
face invadin your space You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up? How did you know through
in the iller path The Villa house is for the crew, how we do Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches So many years of depression make me vision
thirteen, G was a year older but I still wadn't afraid to throw him from his shoulders Gettin good on the hood was the anticipation and yeah, King Park
low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down What more could I say but hey, guess you niggaz know now ( Lil' Kim : ) How many niggaz that'll die for you How many
through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B
baseball bat That one rap brought many of us back All through my house I set up traps It seem like the rats have a map But nowadays I don't know how
, then we laugh in the iller path The Villa house is for the crew, how we do Trees for breakfast, dime sexes an' Benz stretches So many years of depression
