Traduction: Rush Of Fools. Your Love.
songs of Your love I cannot find rest I can't catch my breath from running away So stop me and take me (Chorus) Your love has stolen my heart, Your love
dont Kisses dont lie [Verse 2:] You whisper in my ear But are your words sincere Cause pretty words can cut just like a knife You see I'm nobody's fool
t here to make love I'm here to have sex Now tell the whole gang That I got next So holla at me baby when u think that your ready You already know I
the cheatin' side of town You can't hide your lyin' eyes And your smile is a thin disguise I thought by now you'd realize There ain't no way to hide your
And in these days When the darkness falls early And people rush home To the ones they love You better take a fools advice And take of your own One day
cheatin' side of town. CHORUS: You can't hide your lyin' eyes. And your smile is a thin disguise. I thought by now, you'd realize There ain't no way to hide your
Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine Get that a*s attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind Grab your shots', callin' Catchin ni**az while they stormin' Kickin' his door in And get your
but love *chorus* [singers] Ain't got nuttin but love for ya [2Pac] I'm down for yours, nuttin but love (repeat 4X) I love to go back, to the block
them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place to get your safe, knowin
anymore I wanna feel love love love (Oh! ooo Oh!) Lift me up to the sky Oh give me love love love (Give me love, give me love) Take me higher than
perfect timin', grab my gun! Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista, Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer! Get your money, get your paper. Elevate like my nigga
(I Got That Sticky Fool, Ha Ha, What Nigga?) I Got That Sticky-Icky Bubonic Chronic (Bubonic Chronic...) For Your Shizzle Nizzle In Your Grizzle Nigga
only when you're lonely only when you're lonely, lonely only when you're lonely had me fooled from the start and i quickly gave my heart cos i love you, love you, love
The speculators made their money on the blood you shed Your momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and
the last rule, frontin like we was mad cool You damn fool, come around frontin wearin your man?s jewels Whoo! play the part, they want me to start shit Get on your
tryin' to be me that'll get me blown(blown) (Hwuh) And (Yes) I hate you hatin' on me (Unless) you wanna see them lasers homie All up in your face, that