Fordítás: Kis Sins. Kap jobb.
first met, I had a dream, You had so many, Or so it would seem, Cuz now you haven?t got any, So come home to me, And try to get better. There in your
care less about what i'm saying So i'll pray for you when i start praying I'm a sinner, you're a sinner Get off the bandwagon and repent your sins I don
me for all my sins My hood, my crew, we do what G's do Best believe I'ma ride for TRU, that's my crew Started small time, dope game dope mayn cocaine
inside Shots rang out in the Tuscumbia night Was he alone when he died? "Don't call the son for questioning That bullet was deserved Better call it suicide, justice has been served" Better
, he sounded so inviting And for a small donation she could have the Lord Almighty She told him her story, he told her his thoughts He said, "You better get
in kitchen, now every rapper wanna claim He hang with Kenneth "Supreme" Griffith It's like the same difference 'cept when **** get arraigned They don't want the same sentence, **** get
sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start sore I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, *****s can tell The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel The **** journalist write about me, get
from just spinning out Somedays are better, somedays are never Somedays whatever, somedays are better than lovers Somedays you just can't figure out Somedays are better than others Somedays you just can't get
fold for the sins you've commited against this relationship What is so hard about this why aren't we holding on to the better part that we can't get
be better spent Come see a curious gal The Bearded Lady See a man Turned into a reptile As punishment for his sins Come hear the haunting song Of the
If you get my drift! No? Seems an awful waste... I mean, with the price of meat What it is, When you get it, If you get it... TODD: HAH! LOVETT: Good
of it as thrift, As a gift, If you get my drift Seems an awful waste... I mean, with the price of meat What it is, When you get it, If you get it...
my gin Then come Sunday morning I'm asking the good Lord "Forgive me for my sins" For my heave-ho get up and go Wouldn't get me out of bed I felt like
thrift as a gift If you get my drift, no? Seems an awful waste I mean, with the price of meat What it is? When you get it If you get it, hah Good, you
forgive me for all my sins My hood my crew, we do what G's do Best believe I'ma ride for TRU, that's my crew Started small time, dope game dope mayn
in stores, Reebok start sore I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel The shit journalist write about me, get
inside Shots rang out in the Tuscumbia night. Was he alone when he died? "Don't call the son for questioning, that bullet was deserved Better call it suicide, justice has been served" Better
