more love, more time More of her knowing that she's on my mind More of her heart would have suited her fine 'Cause that's what she was dreaming of She needed more love, more
译文: 石，道格. 更多的爱.
your money then you get love when you run up out of ones then you throw dougs when you spend up all your money aint no love yeah Verse 2: more money more
I show like doug e. and I rock the mic lovely The afrodesiac, bringin the do-wah-diddy To your city, on the zapp side with the vibe I'm stone cold like
I Show like Doug E and I rock the mic lovely The afrodasiac, bringin' the do-wah-diddy to your city On the Zapp side with the vibe I'm Stone Cold like
a poet or a prophet or a stone to build upon? And what's the reason I still perform? Feed my children on How I'm on a hustle from dusk 'till dawn Where all the love
Switched like a stone-bi**h, turned str8 severed then, why? Then they wonder why ni**az die Put your family in danger just to get high Now, what the hell can we get from jail? More
you" [Verse 1:] CT all day, bad news all day Grade school teacher moved my desk into the hallway Trouble starter, mother/father taught me how to hustle harder See dough
used to the piece Told him white man's justice is a black man's grief [VERSE 5: Top Dog] You could say I love my son more than I love my wife Think twice
, meaning seven different names, meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways All common goals reamin Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven't changed. No love
vegetable, wallet sure lookin edible Put a 1 then a 0 comma 0, a 0 with no decimal Throw 'bout 4 more 0's, then you know my dough is incredible (yeah)
last year I've accumulated more money More big breaks, been dressy a little less bummy But more headaches and more pain in my stomach On top of that I
even got cable so if you ain't down w/ what we do you better lay low my future's made of play dough, past is made of stone virgo playboy slug is dumb
dirty hoes Dirty Southside Where niggaz die for the love, of dough [Trae] I be reckless in Texas, and I ain't taking no loss Trying to play with my dough
, I'm in this joint livin shifty In the cloud of smoke, in the club where ya bitch be She leavin wit me, the no g rap work lovely She with three other
still live lovely [Verse 3:] I cried one time I cried one time Slug ripped and my cousin died But not no more, tears from Hus cause my heart stone cold
me!!! Niggas stay wack, like crack, in the dutchee So why try me? Swift, I sure do be You get touched more than frisked by club security Lovely, what
