your eyes Like what you see, come try me Come home with me, baby Ooh, you must be lucky Let's rock You got the body I want Come home with me, baby
Tercüme: Dead Or Alive. Me Baby ile Come Home.
a lot of things hopin' I never had to fit in So tryin' to keep up with my progress is like a dead end My girl love me but fuck it, my heart beat slow
that goes on inside of my head cause I'm only alive 'til I'm dead and (That could be today) Keep a gun with me cocked Come with my squad, nobody knows
real thug stories You wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories We come with the ones, we come with the guns We come with the heat
rock with me Let me tell you what I be I'm a MC rapper, a MC rapper A big bank roller and a cold, cold capper Hey baby, I got this rhyme It's not gonna
Make sure he ain't dead yet, shit There he is, chillin' with a neck brace With a look on his face like Come on Jimmy, it's me, your homey I even poured
holding weed-head Cross me bet tomorrow you'll be dead Catch you at a show while you're chillin' with your ho And crack your skull with a bottle of Mo
Clench with an A.K., baby, don't play Wanna fuck with my pay? I gotta go blow his ass away He tried to fade me, that niggas No.1 flip artist, One of
With your head in a noose and a grape on a knife Found you some breakfast or adventuring eye You smell trouble, well, how should we get some sleep? When
calling you back Have a pleasant day" Pick up the phone girl, I know that you home Please don't leave me all alone with just the sound of this tone Come
jail or dead 'Cause if you ain't gettin' paid then you ain't gettin' ahead (That's word) Sittin' in my room with the lights out thinkin' I'm alive but
I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that Aint a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me Talk
whole sector Wanted dead or alive rebel I escapes across the desert sand Leavin' no footprints to trace keep a war face, in your place Conceal the baby
with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way I'm a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-head cross me bet tomorrow you'll be dead catch you at
dead or alive He's not off with some other guy He's not lost track of the time He's just Missing People say hey it'll never happen to me
my niggaz Puff lye with my niggaz till I'm high with my niggaz What you say, Twin? Ai yo, it's off with his head Left a body stiff and dead with the
I got old Timbos mama, let me, let me, can I hit that?) Oh Lord, look nigga (C'mon mama let me hit that) Get the fuck on out of my face talkin' all that
