) Lets go back to the night We made love to the sun rise It felt like our first time We stayed up all night We stayed up all night Waking up next to
ترجمه: جان ب. تمام شب.
And a quarter of time to feed me That's all a nigga like me need Talking about that southern sess now you all up in that mess But never shall you test
Bim What we drank? That Patron Keep the bottle poppin' all night long What we smoke? That gush Presidential shit George Bush How we do it? Like this Get crunk, b-b
tight Fever (fever, burn through) in the mornin' Fever all through the night Sun lights up the daytime Moon lights up the night My eyes light up when
[Jon B.] Johnny "J", 2Pac, Jon B. [2Pac] Part 2 This is for all the homeboys who couldn't get their happy home As long as one of us got it some of us
2000 Jon B y'all, N.A.S. y'all To the def y'all, come on, get it right Look at them brown nosein' my click pullin' up with purple roses Purple diamonds
Spoken: Sweetheart What's up with your boy? Come on Your so-called man's got you stressin' out on a regular Seems all you do is just fight about nothin
just B.M.E., I'm just B.M.E. This yo' boy, Lil' Jon, right? B.M.E. click A lot of y'all niggaz be talkin' 'bout Air Force Ones an' shit A lot of y'all
we packin on all who flex-un Like Redrum, it's bloody and ugly, who want some? Now put your middle fingers up until it's all done (it's all done) '
Written by jon b. (1995) Performed by after 7 Wake up in the morning to our song It's torture 'cause I left the radio on Don't wanna turn it off reminiscing
Written by jon b. (1995) Performed by after 7 A thousand words for why I love you Girl, I could go on all night telling you why it'll be true Let's stretch
lick, to come up on a hundred G's (How B?) Movin' these fuckin' kees (Where B?) Run 'em in that U.P.T. (And who gone run 'em?) Tha brotha and my B.G.
you So tight, your love is right Keeps me up, girl, all night I love the way you hook me up, girl, will you Always hook you up (You, baby, baby)
the back to the extreme Hit 'em up, make 'em scream like a bitch And switch up for the mix up and dig a ditch up And bounce, then for luck, I throw a
she's the one, like Lisa Left Eye Lopez Get trapped up, I'm a post up Get yacked up, and then act up Like what up girl, ya done done it again I'm trapped
re tired Jon-Jon We had no desire Reggie To stop rockin' Jon-Jon At any time, so understand now Troop will never fail ya Reggie So listen as I let steve tell ya Jon-Jon
