of you riding me, baby I declare I ain't lying So you just get off of my back, baby Can't you see you're hurting me Well, you get off, get off, get off
Vertaling: BB King. Get Off My Terug Vrou.
tired of you riding me, baby I declare I ain't lying So you just get off of my back, baby Can't you see you're hurting me Well, you get off, get off, get off
my ass, call it kiss and tell Word to my mama, I'm out of my Lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine Llama scream, hotter
A, B alike, C alike The proper knowledge is needed Wit' Satan off my back, I'm at peace at night No more cops, no more Rodney King's No more peekin
need protection, when I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If
Vet navigation system for any State Them special made tires To fit my ride, I put a dove in the inside Stunna motherfucker, Rim trucks Sittin' on them motherfuckin' gittas, B.B. King
I'm on my way, I'm on my way I'm on my way, I'm on my way I'm on my way, I'm on my way Yes, I'm on my way, all the way to the top But I comin' from
engaged To that bitch? Aw man, don't be talkin about my woman like that Oh, now you're gon' trip on me Wait, wait, hold up, hold up [ verse 1: king
And she's the only woman that would ever dare to love me Respect from my peers on the set 10 years Bona fide so I hide my regrets and my fears On the
scenery Bless the turns I step up off these new balance 580's on No order fool coherency clinton speak egyptian Get cocked, not back in the jungle, ease up friction High dose of energy fuels my
bastards! Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! Kyle: Total, weirdo, freak! Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! Stan: Oh my god! Kyle: Oh my god! Stan: Oh my
girl, let me get all up in your earlobe And if you shut me down, you can kill my ego Which is my enemy makes you my amigo So either way you and I are
Master P (talking) Yeah ha I could never turn my back nigga. (Never.) I could never forget where I came from. This for all my muthafuckin' soldiers. (
Master p (talking) Yeah ha, I could never turn my back nigga. (never.) I could never forget where I came from. This for all my muthafuckin' soldiers. (
that shit Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't a Fresh Prince Nigga I'm a young king, nigga I'm a Bun B Yup, I go hard, ask my broad Miss Stevie Wonder
