Переклад: Містер Біг. Любов робить тебе сильним.
out Love makes you strong Love makes you heavy Like a stranger in the night Like a Tyson fight Love makes you strong Love makes you funky Like you don't know where you
-whoi-whoi YOU! Boy full time shoulda learn You play with the fire get burn (Cho!) Making money a blood jails dem concern When the record deejay blaze it make
strong Krayzie Bone, stack right check much love Kept ah, nigga on his toes in the game It's an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang Gotta make
we make the songs, no matter what you feelin', dig it, vibe out the Bone, Straight of the dome, up in it player lets go, flow so strong. -Layzie Bone
So I could fetch it, fetch it Me and Petey Pablo make you follow Put the gun in his mouth, make him swallow Do a nigga like, Diallo I know I'm warm but
'm a Dade County, Yorker boy I earn stripes, I got soldiers that'll flop you for it Now I'm bouncing with a hood rat She think I love her but I use her for her food stamps Mr. Ghetto, it's whatever, you
got a shot*** so go back home (Who? Who?) 'Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones) Hey, now make it rain, hey, now make it rain, hey, now make
Brooklyn, people show me love Went over to GA, people showed me love Went to North Carolina, they showed us love Even went to California and got love
sex From the very first day I met you, I didn't think I'd get you That's why I didn't sweat you I knew there was another because I saw you with him Still you
', where my billin's gettin' strong for ya And if I really had a chance, I'ma pick you You got plans and finesse, you dress sick too I'ma holla at you
first family, C and Mr. Chris Brown My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge J.B. and Big Boy one crazy
you legs up in me as you moving around satisfaction leaves no frowns baby girl let me make you shout Loving you is what is all about You make me want
outta Oakland. Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open Say your looking for some real shit Then catch a funkdified batch like that Oakland's on the map 2Pac is on the big screen strivin' Gotta love
you told me homie And Sylk E Fine hooked it up in the nick of time you know me-shit I may be lonely and I talk to you, I hope you listening And we mob
my life no more, I told you, nigga, it's a wrap Oooh, you claim you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet We can't even talk 'less you got the check, I guess
You're stuck up your luck's up, you fucked up you're mud up You can't even jump up so shut the fuck up Whattup? Tough love buck buck bucka Is all you
[Hook] You ain't gotta go home (you aint gotta go), but you gotta get the hell up out of here If you got someone (somebody), then go get you a room
