Laulunsanoja:
Chicago Ain T It Blue

to do the rules I knew Ain't it sad Ain't it sad Ain't it true Ain't it true Ain't it blue Ain't it blue Ain't it blue Sometimes I want to walk away I

do the rules I knew Ain't it sad Ain't it sad Ain't it true Ain't it true Ain't it blue Ain't it blue Ain't it blue Sometimes I want to walk away I felt

to do the rules I knew Ain't it sad Ain't it sad Ain't it true Ain't it true Ain't it blue Ain't it blue Ain't it blue Sometimes I want to walk away I

Booker T's at the front door, saying it's time to go Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight, 63rd to southshore We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo Ain't no

Twista like we Chicago, hey Shout out to OPEC rolls up the five four, ho The streets of St. Louis call it survival, hey Your game ain't tight, no you ain't

common sense 'Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics Soul, rock and roll, the hip hop that we producin' yea It's the gear, it

't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga,

we just can roll it up and blaze it If it's gonna be shakin' it up, if it's gonna be cookin' it up If it ain't hustlin' and we got some skunk, we gonna

got And I pop up them cops 'cause dogg, it ain't about Cam I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam It's about being 'bout It If you're not, you're ass backwards