the time Now I know, oh babe I got mine, I got mine I got mine, oh baby I got mine Who I got mine, I got mine I got mine, oh baby I got mine Hey yea
Prijevod: The Black Keys. Dobio sam od mina.
I know I got mine So baby when I rolled I rolled deep So much so I couldn't get no sleep Rock and roll hustle All the time And now I know baby I got
've got back up But you really don't You know why I wouldn't even hit you with my fist I'd smack that shit out of you 'Cause I know the real brothers
Next mournin' I can tell you how the pussy taste I got expensive taste Goodbye To all the love ones I leave behind Because they can't see me fine And I
it on And I think it evolved around three hundred racks and thirty stacks See I black on yell, I was dusted with all my bangles on Shoe rings clusted, shorty Black
I dropped five guards in the name of the Lord I say Now how many times will I have to slay today? Will I raise my guage? Oh God How will I teach ya,
So I figure I'll slow down the rhyme So they can understand I feel with so much anger and pain And if I drop then I'll explode like a fuckin' grenade
Put your seatbeat on, cause I be drivin wildyou think I'm like them other niggaz I just wanna fuck But I like to get money and get my dick sucked I ain
I sue, I won't get nothin' back But I ain't mad, I'm just black I want to be free, ohh yeah I want to be free, ohh yeah I want to be free, ohh yeah
rocks 'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya punta muchacha From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule And I
your boys I got boys from west point to Nelly B Yeah I run with black folks too and they do carry heat Plus I fuck with smelly freaks and I think they
I am in the latest I aint gotta spend a penny cause of my status and I got a pretty little something shes dangerous when it comes to girlfriends I keep mine
these misses, still Kissin 'Em Back (The same mission black!) Yeah I'd love to meet my soulmate, but what if I don't? (Good point) I ain't dyin horny, I
Man I'm sick of this I shouldn'ta told nobody I mean three's company, but four cars makes a party Mental note: lock the garage, hide the keys to dad's
[Mos Def] You don't like me huh? Well I like me I got somethin to say to you I see you standin on the side wit your smile and your crooked eyes Acting
