作词 : Isley, Isley, Isley, Isley ... | |
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Whoadie Gone | |
Ugggghhhhh![Chorus with ad-libs] | |
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now | |
Whoadie gone, can't stop now | |
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now | |
Whoadie gone, can't stop now | |
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now | |
Whoadie gone, can't stop now | |
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now | |
Whoadie gone, can't stop now[Verse 1] | |
Mama cried, shed tears | |
But whoadie was a dog, he never lived in fear | |
Real thug figure, straight hard hitter | |
Whoadie gone, homies pour out a lil' liquor | |
Can't find the killer, damn and it hurt man | |
Whoadie on a t-shirt, they dropped him in the dirt man | |
And the sister, she was trippin' man | |
Askin' me questions like |
zuo ci : Isley, Isley, Isley, Isley ... | |
Artist: | |
Master PAlbum: | |
GamefaceTitle: | |
Whoadie Gone | |
Ugggghhhhh! Chorus with adlibs | |
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now | |
Whoadie gone, can' t stop now | |
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now | |
Whoadie gone, can' t stop now | |
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now | |
Whoadie gone, can' t stop now | |
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now | |
Whoadie gone, can' t stop now Verse 1 | |
Mama cried, shed tears | |
But whoadie was a dog, he never lived in fear | |
Real thug figure, straight hard hitter | |
Whoadie gone, homies pour out a lil' liquor | |
Can' t find the killer, damn and it hurt man | |
Whoadie on a tshirt, they dropped him in the dirt man | |
And the sister, she was trippin' man | |
Askin' me questions like |
zuò cí : Isley, Isley, Isley, Isley ... | |
Artist: | |
Master PAlbum: | |
GamefaceTitle: | |
Whoadie Gone | |
Ugggghhhhh! Chorus with adlibs | |
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now | |
Whoadie gone, can' t stop now | |
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now | |
Whoadie gone, can' t stop now | |
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now | |
Whoadie gone, can' t stop now | |
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now | |
Whoadie gone, can' t stop now Verse 1 | |
Mama cried, shed tears | |
But whoadie was a dog, he never lived in fear | |
Real thug figure, straight hard hitter | |
Whoadie gone, homies pour out a lil' liquor | |
Can' t find the killer, damn and it hurt man | |
Whoadie on a tshirt, they dropped him in the dirt man | |
And the sister, she was trippin' man | |
Askin' me questions like |