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Baby nothing in this world oh, oh (not nuttin', not nuttin', yeah) Can keep me from you, you, you Nothing in this world oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (some people love money, that's cool) Can keep me from you, you, you We got a special kind of love, baby (some people love drugs, it's aight) Me and you, you, you (some people love these bitches, that's cool to) And I'll be coming home tonight, yeah (yeah, yeah) Back to you, you, you (tell you what I'm gonna love) I wake up with it, on my mind Rain, sleet, whatever I gots to get it Got hip to the grind so I had to ribbit Hopped in the game jimmy gave me a ticket Went to the streets to flip it Gymnastic pimp, walked with a limp I was for the shadows And though my path was narrow Haters tried to drown me but the water was shallow, some say I was I stomped through the puddles (through the puddles) Now I'm ballin' like niggas in huddles (ha) See, we live for the hustle Playin' trainer grain, I were the one they came up to Runnin' in the race sittin used to the struggle They ask me what I'm doin', getting moneys my rebuttal In this game people hate to love you Me and success, we make a pretty fine couple, stat quo SongtexteBaby nothing in this world oh, oh Can keep me from you, you, you (yeah) Nothing in this world oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (success baby, it's all over) Can keep me from you, you, you (ahhh) We got a special kind of love, baby (I love you success, you love me too?) Me and you, you, you (I figured that, you're so good to me) And I'll be coming home tonight, yeah (ahhh) Back to you, you, you Can't stop, won't stop that's what biggie said Martin had dreams, pac said he had nightmares Do the shell toes, dog I'd rather rock nike airs Rollin' up perp and blowin' smoke in the night air Niggas playin' musical chairs A lot of rappers losin' their deals and ain't prepared Some get them back but they unaware (unaware) That the white boys in the suits ain't playin fair So I hide my motors, downplay my love Playin checks in my mind to get my paper up (paper up) Every drop is precious in a half filled cup One bottle, thirty niggas, only two drunk as fuck And I'm a be one of the two (one of the two) Ridin' underneath the sunshine, it's you know who I mean us, it's no rush, me and success the only bitch I trust, stat quo Baby nothing in this world oh, oh Can keep me from you, you, you (yeah, yeah, haha) Nothing in this world oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (not a mothafuckin' thing) Can keep me from you, you, you We got a special kind of love, baby (success, till death do us part right?) Me and you, you, you (yeah, ahhh) And I'll be coming home tonight, yeah (oh) Back to you, you, you Aus Songtexte Mania