Gonna like what I give you, gonna like it bad Don't like what I give you, gonna make me mad (Chorus) Adam and his apple Billy and his Gin Love to me is sin
Vertaling: VAN. Liefde vir my is Sonde.
say Gonna like what I give you, gonna like it bad Don't like what I give you, gonna make me mad [Chorus] Adam and his apple Billy and his Gin Love to me is sin
idiot Loving you, I'm over it I just don't love you, don't love you no more You, you are so yesterday Never thought you'd lose my love this way Now
me up, give me a call. You know how we do? Roc-A-Fella Style, Peace [Ice-T] Peace out Motherfuckers said I'd never survive, here I am Check your sound
to the Seventh Deadly Sin To me the Seventh Deadly Sin is hardcore rap And I'm very proud to have been a part of that throughout the years I'd like
dude, the Ice is a jewel Fuck rules , I got more pool than a mule Matter of fact, never comprehend the styles I sin I've been breakin', annihilate fakes
't free But compromise is chance I remember how you used to love to dance I'm gonna go out tonight I'm gonna drive up to the hill I'm gonna dive on into
I'd have left here long ago I should have been a musician I love the piano She's so light, she's so free I'm tight, well, that's me But I feel so good
, this is not what you think it is (America) America, pay attention (America) This is not what you think it is America (America, this is not what you think it is
I'm the one, I'm the one I'm, I'm the one you I'm, king of stage I'm, king of stage [Incomprehensible] Baby, I wanna tell you something I'm the one you
insane when I take that bud to the brain Toke, choke, holdin' me smoke until-a me strained, feelin' no pain Better be packin' your weapon 'cause my shit is kept And I
nigga, and I know your mama miss ya. Picture the day, when I get my callin', but until then, I guess I'm stuck. Oh, fuck. Let T know I miss him much
me/ We here doing our thang/ Cause way back in the day before I came of age, I watched the hustlas play/ Low key, I studied game/ I knew I'd make a name
stop me bury murder me or drop me I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me Little thug from the land nigga never ran Motherfuckers out to get me
won't budge, mud, drug me victim The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me Keepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin' with thugs
, open 'em up And your luck get fucked up, ready me buck buck buck I'm still runnin' from feds, [unverified] all the disrespect But I won't get cut and love
