Bản dịch: The City Drive. Give Up Love.
joking Give up love and you will be alright Look away and with luck it could come out tonight Ebb and flow You never know which way it goes You give it
's all love Like no score in a tennis game For the son of Dennis James Owner of the city downtown on a friday Streaks by me like I took a picture in a drive
Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas Me, I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me Say what up
collaboration [Intro (50 Cent)] I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that 'presents me I love to see niggas go
like to be inside you I want you to be my pleasure puss I wanna know how it feels Wanna give you that ooh la, ooh la la Wanna give you that ooh la,
, we in here We tossin it up I got my man Everlast in the house Tossin it up, youknowwhatimsayin Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here But we gon' to' it up
Just looking for that hook [Chorus - Eminem] (Wait Dre look!) Shorty I love you And you love me too We were meant to be 'cause shorty You love me And I love
my arrival Here it comes, it's the one you've been waitin' on Get up, get it rough, yup that's what's up Givin' just what you love to the maximum Uh
don?t get any sack yards b-tch i ball hard, breakin all the back boards pretty boy Floyd step up i will crack yours and even at the White House we pull up
you act when people hang up in your face, what that got to do with me, that's your phone anyway. Why in the hell would I give them your number to catch myself up
up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in Where do we go from here? Now that all of the children are grown up And
we gettin' that cash up. See where we from, The 50's are bloody and the 100 dollar bill is dirty brown they love Me. I mess up my livin' room, and studio
you don't get any sack yards Bitch I ball hard, breakin' all the back boards Pretty boy Floyd step up I will crack yours And even at the White House we pull up
Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman] Get up, stand up - throw your hands up All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
, I heard you got a man I ain't trippin' off that, looka here Believe me I understand Don't wanna break up ya lil' happy home Just wanna be a friend (You know) Gonna pick you up and take you to lunch or somethin' I'll leave it up
they be on your case You go under, six feet underground You gets no love from the Oaktown I drive my top everyday like a movie star Drive around all night in old towed up
little wood on Chop, chop, heat it up, beat it up, eat it up With Dre and G wildin', these freaks love each of us Now it's new to Louise to love 'Cause
