all by yourself Love, choice, and destiny Knocked on your door You were gone Sold your world to keep it free Are you lonely tonight, Mister Gone
译文: 大先生. 名仕飘.
译文: 大先生. 飘先生.
heart will understand Everything is cool... Mr. Gone... We need love Mr. Gone... We gotta make a change Mr. Gone... Love, choice and destiny knocked on your door You were gone
When it go down then we draw heat together Since I made the connection with the big man I done got big plans to be a little nigga in the big land Ghetto
. one fam, oh, my, bounce with me now Big, dawg, hot, I'm talkin', this gone be somethin' now Mr. Cheeks, who, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action Okay, get down now, big
remember her sizes 34 25 35in And I'm the man to these broads Who one glass I could get her to my nas Through wall and screaming and audio applause I'm Mr big
want it when you're all up on it ooh do it to me and I'm gonna give it to you were gone make this a night to remember Were gone make this the night to
my home When Me and Mama bed was a big piece a foam An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb When Mama gone a work me go street go roam I remember
what they like, i know what its like to sexy girls to give it to ya come on party all night, something about when your spinnin that cash, lil mama gone
[Intro: Bizzy] Yeah [laughs] Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and Lil Lay I love you nigga Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa and
already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big
with street knolledge 9 to 5 Still fliping twenties on the side Try to get by the feints I'm making dollars out of fifty cents Got the big body benz,
plead the fifth and they headed to the club bartender bring a 50. These niggas bitches swear to god the p-to-missing. I'm just chillin with my family, Mr
this, I came up with on some silly shit, Look how good it is, That show you who you dealing with, Ya'll illy, Im Iller, Im from Illinois, The big sean
wit miss's fine model chick, big behind bad enough to skip the line but to me she just a nine i hop up out that double o you can call me mr. bond bitch
LIL TWIST VERSE 1 its the microphone killa microphone wrecka call me mr. twist himself the young chubby checker like young money young'n when no playn
little backwood A whole lotta money big tip I would, I put her on the train little engine could BITCH! {CHORUS} [Roscoe Dash Verse] Roscoe Dash ok, R-O-S-C-O-E Mr
