Ain't that loving you baby? Ain't that loving you baby? Ain't that loving you baby? Ain't that loving you so? Ain't that loving you baby? Ain't that
Traduction: Rolling Stones. N'est-ce pas que l'amour You Baby.
ain't have shit, y'all boys talk down Like you didn't know T, everytime I came around Now when you hear me, I'ma put you on stall And don't say nothing
t wanna take up your time And this ain't none of that kitty game, with the same old pick up line I'ma get straight to the point, you are as lovely as
you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You can't stop me You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker
you punk police -- can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You can't stop me You know I got my niggaz
we can do this smooth T&T around, I can still make blow move [Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll
, man that wasn't fifty Don't holla my name You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house And if you got a glass jaw you should watch yo mouth
like mcgrady, don't do nobody favors, tell em fuck off and pay us, that's what I love about you, don't watch no soap operas, you back that paper half
booin like mcgrady, don't do nobody favors, tell em fuck off and pay us, that's what I love about you, don't watch no soap operas, you back that paper
bout the flames I couldn't see through the smoke When I need answers, accusations What you mean you gone choke? [Pre-Chorus 1:] You can't stay, you gotta go. Ain't
NOBODY PEOPLE SAY THAT MY STYLE IS SO CRAZY I THINK YOU LIKE IT BABY DO YOU WANT TO GET NASTY I DARE YOU TO UNDRESS ME BABY, LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA ROLL
I ain't trying to be involved with none of that drama You can kick it bad but... bad karma Trying to get my zen on like the Dalai Lama If you talking
You can't live by bread alone, you won't be satisfied You can't roll away the stone if your hands are tied Got to start someplace, baby, can you explain
you can't rhyme, the style you got is all mine And when I see you, bitch, I'm goin' in your pockets double-time And it's like that, you don't want that
And it's like that You don't want that Come and get some pap pap Wanna sound like Wanna be like Nigga we can't have that Why a nigga wanna bite the Bone
some old highway The sky above and the love of a rolling stone I remember when you told me That you'd always be a drifting man And you didn't need another
