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Chorus] B5: im addicted to ur love im addicted to ur touch im addicted to that body im addicted to that butt im addicted to ur kiss im addicted to them hips im addicted
번역: B5. 중독.
] B5: im addicted to ur love im addicted to ur touch im addicted to that body im addicted to that butt im addicted to ur kiss im addicted to them hips im addicted
5-5, the city bread it, exit, got that method Yo, what y'all infected, we crashin' fords ain't no substitutions Me and B-Real want all our restitution
tat and a ring on her belly I love the way she dance, I love the way she walk She from the Triple B, I can hear her when she talk Yeah, she from the
blow up on the next mans mistake I've benn broke to long to let a nigga rob me Be up in ya lobby, at least 5 deep Creep in ya crib and pop 5 in ya sheet
is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your veins like medicine Wanna be down? On the H-town Real ballas fight for the rebound B-town to motherfuckin
I know you though we would never come together hoe Its a new day now we on a whole new level hoe Al Kapone Al Ka B Last of dying breed This is for my
though was a hoe He's probably from your family, you married the most Who's the B, what's the beef, my lady, she's pregnant She's already 5 months, so
the press keep on askin' me Am I gon' hang the mic up at age 19 Naw, I can't now, I'm addicted to the cream Addicted to the game, I'm addicted to my dream
my people, niggaz say I'm too cerebral Lies, dub side, flippin' perfection through your section Sanity's slippin', whose the next victim to catch a bless [Verse 5
last breath Got you gaspin from suffocation Then I leave without a clue nor an explanation It's the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap addict Static, you don
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Who's the best emcees? Ain't no best Who's the best who's the best Ain't no best Who's the best emcees? Ain't no best top 5 dead or
out It wont be parole y'all, it be the half way house but NAH That's not the right path for a Budden 'cause we're addicts, addicts can't do half of nothin
dance floor Too much hypocrisy, up in the market, B It ain't about talent, it's all about the currency My magna opus, addicted plus the dopest Maybe
have juice till Mark Ferman plants the bloody glove I drive European cars and smoke Cuban cigars Bring it phat to your ears like Warren G's keyloyds From B
never crept after curfew/ im untouchable, similar to scarface/ street verse of pacino be in yo kilos like star space/ enterprise on a mission to go, where no man has gone b
