when the times get tough And times will get tough Get up again Times will get tough Get up again Here it comes once again Just reach out your hands
when the times get tough And times will get tough. Get up again. Times will get tough. Get up again Here it comes once again [chorus]
Prevod: Napaka. Get Up Again.
Prevod: Napaka. Get Up Again (Ost. Triple X (xxx)).
help when the times get tough And times will get tough. Get up again. Times will get tough. Get up again Here it comes once again [chorus]
tip of your tongue, a lil wisdom gives em somethin' to move to, groove to The next time you see me again gangsta'd up Chilling wit my beanie again got
blowed away wita gauge I be rottin till pieces they shattered Niggas they scattered they testin like bullets They gather up how many mudered Don?t matter up
t wanna get involved with this here, nigga! Is you a bitch nigga?, you a bitch nigga! Look at yourself and then analyze me! This motherfucking G I can see the flaws
could record you, rewind you) (And girl I'd still wanna watch you) I'd never get tired of watching you I see you every time I close my eyes You be all up
brawl? (Get drunk as hell) And so on (Well all rite cha) Yo yo Is funk doc up in the house? (Well all rite cha) Yo yo Hot nix up in the house? (Well
hundred thou couldn't get you one of these I guarantee it ain't a flaw on one of these Two hundred thou, couldn't get you in the league Get three hundred
his body he gettin' sent back Don't resent crack, I'm just what you wanna be Young, rich and famous bitches can't get enough of me And they runnin' up
down on a player I'm $horty the pimp, I got hoes everywhere I get my cash quick you lil' fast bitch I take you to my house and get my ass licked You
you love me baby, Get high and fuck me crazy, Get a towel and wipe me off, You want a bitch wit no type of flaws. My gurls be shoppin hard, These hoes
'all bitches, get a life You got too much time on your hands I want y'all bitches to get a job, up your game Pimp your game up baby It's all about me
' all the time Your ex-girl was a fly, but now lucked up on a dime nigga What is this with you? All you wanna do is lay around And stay around and get
Overly anxious to get the mic in my hand Now who wanna blow it up (I do) Now who can rip it up (I can) I glide like the ride of a man on a snowboard
