翻訳: Hatschiボーイズ. しかし、ゴーン忘れられない.
she sang Hey, boys I want you both I hope that you think that's cool (Say word?) I know most guys won't freak together She forgot about the golden rule
th Street, off-white Lexus Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas Me, I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys
the man Jah li'l, the one extasy And the man Grandmaster D I'm talkin' 'bout Whodini And also the force MD, you treated a brother real cool Back in the day, an' I ain't forgot
sell out, cause it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done over beats or loud guitars I drop the dope hits Case you forgot
bag The Nike shoe box for holdin' all this cash Boys in blue who put greed before the badge The first pusher whoever made the stash The Roc Boys in
my first thoughts is the feds had my phone tapped Toted on talk in the Range with the pipe rack Chips might be up under the whip Oh shit forgot to toke
love lookin' like diamonds Lookin' like diamonds We start out so cute in our baby pictures That momma shot for our daddy so that he wouldn't forget you He forgot
you gotta' come home with me I forgot some good old lovin' And I got some more in store When you've got been throwin' it up You gotta' come back for more Boys
it happened so fast I didn't really know this kid though I sat by him in class May be this kid was reachin' out for love or May be for a moment he forgot
I never cared much for money, and money never cared for me. I was more like a land-locked sailor, searching for the emerald sea. Just searching for the emerald sea, boys
boys from the South Boom! Here comes the Boom! Ready or not ? How you like me now?, I say Boom! Here comes the Boom! Ready or not? Here comes the boys
we're in a fresh veneer Like all the girls and boys in school Our anticipation And our bad behaving It's like we learned our lesson But conveniently forgot
pastries and drunk with power Now they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel Tower A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the left A little more to the left, boys
born and brought up in Cleveland Cool quiet just like my daddy When I was thuggin' out in the alley With my boys in a stolen caddie I was shootin' the
, let 'em know I'm pimping really Unless I'm getting paid, the shit is temporary Exchanging fuck faces, making hella noise Getting freaky as fuck and go and tell my boys
, and what lies down the line? Is it just my test, or is it just my time? Time for me to pay, for all the wrong I've did I forgot to be picked off,
I would never make a promise that I know I couldn't keep And I would never testify, cop out for a plea Or surrender information on my boys to the police
