baby no more Don't wanna be your baby no more Don't wanna be your baby no more Don't wanna be your baby no more No more, no more, no more No more, no more
翻訳: 小細工. ノーモア赤ちゃん.
baby no more Don't wanna be your baby no more Don't wanna be your baby no more Don't wanna be your baby no more No more no more no more no more no more
cheap While they trick as they dancin' in minks Hoe, you must be crazy I know, it's your job but I ain't trickin' Miss Daisy I want a quick feel, a cheap
my charms Chaka, 'cause you know that i'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka I'll make you more than just a physical spell I wanna rock you Chaka baby '
Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' them thangs Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change Shit, I used
up, I'm living it up I'm living it up in California Hey Baby, baby won't you come my way? (Where?) To the state of California (Sure thing) Baby, baby
spoke once or even looked up, enough speak soft, baby don't you talk to me Houdini closed himself inside of a box he didn't have a trick to spring
nigga dat ya meet in the rim store From the first to tha tenth floor, baby I got it From the minks in tha closet to the cars in the wallets I know the trick
bowl mammas doin tricks like the globetrotters politickin while i blow scamas uh huh im rippin rappin dough dotters givin strow rhythm 'cause his flow propper and like it ruff like some more
tricks like the Globetrotters Politicking while I blow scama's Uh huh, I'm rippin', rappin' dough dotters Giving strow rhythm 'cause his flow proper And like it rough like some more
us) I didn't buy nothing ofcoarse, ya bitches is whores, (Please) What I look like support, me trick man listen Yeah I trick trick yo ass you think I'm tricking
then (Baby) Golds and hoes, niggas doin videos My everyday wear is Reeboks and Girbauds Young nigga look I'm smarter than Russell Simmons And I got more
What is it to you? [Roxie Hart] Oh, no. Don't worry about me. I only hope the fall didn't hurt the baby. [Mama Morton] Baby? [Velma Kelly] Shit! [
excuses from you, boy, I've had enough (Had enough, had enough) And I just want you to stop (Baby) No more love You have just experienced Another Murder, Inc. banger (No more
to heat me up and make me stiff like Stay Flow Cause your woman loves the way my voice sound when the tape slow Better stay more than 50 feet away from
homes going for the two point conversion I'm so hood that Ludacris should have been on the original version But this is the remix With the cheap tricks
