stars in your eyes set my soul on fire Your voice is like an angels above me The touch of your hand drives me insane But baby, I wants to be loved I'
Tulkojums: Rolling Stones. Es vēlos būt Jūsu Man.
dirty Nigga, be ready to roll, I know you heard me Nigga, it's on, so don't trip, I'm down I got soul dough shawty and I'm ready to clown Bless the nigga
bust But when I came out, I left 'em all in the dust Look at your sound scam, original brown man Makin' million everytime I drop a jam [Ice-T] Nigga
"I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man The pole man, the shoeshine man I'm a nigger man, watch me dance I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen Evil
in Surrey, way down in the deep south They got guys with long hair down their back singin' "I wanna be your lover baby, I wanna be your man yeah", and
and roll And I'm a gaddang rollin' stone I don't beg I can hold my own I don't break I can hold the chrome And this weighin' a ton and I'm a son of a
here we go, got a gun, should I buck 'em on down Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on? Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy Wish and flesh? I
Nigga talking about holler at your boy Holler at your niggas see I got what you need If I ain't got it I'm going get it See I ain't hard to find, you
that Cannon, pop that Cannon It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared Ayo I use to pitch niks, now I spit rhymes I
in ya lap, your tongue on your dash So I bust 17 and I smashed the gas, biatch Nigga, fuck you (Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga) Nigga, fuck you (And
and your girl from the D Are you infatuated with me I could end your curiosity If you don't think I'm too rude Here's your chance to make your move I
now, there it go I love it when you make your knees Touch your elbows, boom boom Let me in now, there it go I love it when you make your knees Touch your
bass in your face, you can feel the tempo Yela's in your face, grab a stencil You should wanna get a copy of the style I'll lend yo ass, the man so
like calm or mellow Too much P's to be got so I get doe Man hold bricks in the bits like Lego Some put stones in their chains, all yellow Me I get low
movin' through every state Stay calm, play on, be gone, the Teflon No delay on the mission, I breathe calm Who's gonna be the thrilla when I'm gone?
These motherfuckers are thinkin', I'm playin' Thinkin I'm sayin' this shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin' it Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you I
