I am falling for this girl (Uh come on yeah) (Come on) I think I am falling for this girl B5 Insominiax Patrick: Oh, I, I, I, I, I, gotta get her This
Girl (Oh) (Yea) Aye Aye Aye Aye I Think I'm Fallin' For This Girl (B5... Insominiax) Aye [Bridge: Patrick (B5)] Oh I... I... I... I Gotta Get Her This
翻訳: B5の. 彼女をもらわなく.
it hanging Pac-Man? I seem to amaze, as well as advance I'm so far ahead I gotta save the last dance. (Chorus) (Verse 3) Get it straight like panters I enhance, M.O.B
/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself Why's there so much jealousy in the world? Don't look at mine, get yours (
block twice In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on Don't understand they playin wit it Players get
Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get
a shit about lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits
know I gotta keep a toasta On my side b***h ride unless she a Oprah B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur I get a whole lot of h*** like a
money Like weezy? Ridin in my lambo, Listenin to jeezy? I gotta Spanish chica All she wanna do is please me So shawty got a face Right above where my knees be Super freaky, and I call her
fye, then you a five star b*tch x4 i want a five star b**ch, i need a five star b**ch x2, i want a five star b**ch. (verse 2) If ya baby daddy left
Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a
her soccer tee I got the G, skip to the O gotta get to the door My wrist is gonna blow, my chick is gonna know Cash rues imma blow her a kiss before
up on my back [Chorus 1] [Hurricane Chris:] Well its the H to tha U double R I C-A-N to tha E Get em up, Get em up, Get em up like A bay bay thats what
). Verse 4 I like dem G-U-T-T-A- she move dem bricks let me get that K. And she bad gotta see her shape- gotta see her face- don't fuck wit fake. Bet
hot shit like the mic got a make on it That's where I b That's where I b That's where I b That's where I b That's where I be all day That's where I
, I gotta TV 'em I tour New York down, so B.B. King 'em Found my way back home like E.T. finger I rock the arena, you know the drill Get high, get drunk
