house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house Bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news
Fordítás: G-Unit. Rossz hírek.
house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news
make me do it to ya I'm a magnet to murder, when I'm in the mood Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes I'm bad news, you n-ggas
not, I'm just another average girl Curls in my head, and yeah I think I look good Should I be the one, to break the bad news? Snooze when I'm tired, not
the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news
and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup I got my own version of roots Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zoo boots The new news
G-Unit, they ain't ready Ahh I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin' But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down
Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more
for his shine Sell em' back the next day You thought I really wanted ya pussy Bitch please This is stash house, jack pot, Leave her them keys My black g-unit
bum Jack be nimble, Jack better be quick It's the Queen and the Princess Jack ain't spit like that news van There they go again on NBC to Nickalodean Sophisticated bad
little store, he ran He moved to L.A. from Japan They called him 'Immigrant' In Japanese, he'd say, he was called, Esay That meant 'First generation in the United
this Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like the way it look but bitch I ain't buying that I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no
shine The finest champagne, we can toast to life Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice Don't let ya fears let you confuse sayin' 'fifty's bad news
his shine sell 'em back the next day You thought I really wanted ya **** please This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys My black G unit hoody
hell of a grind [Chorus] There's nothing to it I can smell hater You know what this is G-G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G-G G-unit This is therapy for me man I just
breathing, I dropped to my knees and I thank the lord and got long shit list all across the board motha fucker, fuck ya'll niggas man, G-unit, we takin
Helen Keller Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas Redman and the Rockafellas Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad
