Lookin' out for love She comes down like a shooting star Lookin' out for love Just can't make no conversation Lookin' out for love Fireworks of desperation Lookin
Traduction: Mobile. "Lookin Out.
again Lookin' out for love She comes down like a shooting star Lookin' out for love Just can't make no conversation Lookin' out for love Fireworks of desperation Lookin
it is And the main reason homes are broken, and baby mamas shed tears And have to raise, they kids one deep In and out of relationships, looking for a
and daddy gon see a hearse Fuck a driveby, I want him to look me in my eyes Let him call Junior on his mobile, just to say goodbye So call my name out
raised in a rush without my moms And my father So tell me somethin If I grab my gat and get the dumpin' Would God get to lookin' at me funny Rest in
"Nobody's, closing me out of my business" [repeat 2X] [2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga "Nobody's, closing me out of my business" [Verse One: 2Pac
in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin
sue me media is in my business and they actin' like they know me but i'ma mash out peel out i'm murder quick that's with the whip'n fucken steel out
[Tupac Talking] Shit, I'm a changed man Hey turn the lights up Still ballin', 2pac up in this bitch You know how we swing this shit Look [Verse
"Nobody's, closing me out of my business" (repeat 2X) [2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga "Nobody's, closing me out of my business" Verse One: 2Pac
the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin
(And I) I notice the tapestries on the wall as well (and I) I stand up and hit my head on the mobile (and you) and you look around too (and we) time passes
Look at the grill [4x] [2x] this for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) this for my niggaz with the pretty cars (look
a pattern emerge I will race you up the hill Where the boy who made records out of postcard messages And flowering cherries rain on kids like you Look
s everybody doin tonite? I'd like to welcome to the stage, the lyrically acclaimed, ha I like this young man, because, when he came out he came out wit
