have some more oor Ooh, whoa, ooh, more (More) Gimme some more Ooh, whoa, ooh, more, oor, oor, oor Baby, I'm feigning and I need some more Some more, some more, some more
thought you'd be my friend stuck with me until the end thought you'd be okay thought you'd share my way thought I could trust in you but you broke my
Thought you'd be my friend stuck with me until the end thought you'd be okay thought you'd share my way thought I could trust in you but you broke my
Tulkojums: Zīda. Vairāk.
Tulkojums: Zīda. Tas aizņem vairāk.
some more More, (more Yoodle lae Hee)Give me some more More, Baby Im feaning and I need some more (more, more, more) Baby Im feaning and I need some more (more, more, more
Halloway and (silkk the shocker) chorus Everybody wants to be a mobb figga It takes more than soldier gear, to be a soldier, nigga Boy you ain't a gansta
resistance, girls run from distance When we come through, pimp hard like Michigan And sip Dom, wrists armed, we glistenin This chick on, this Dom, got Mrs. and They silk
wax and ya don't quit And if you didn't like that then suck my.... Dictations how I write my raps Cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap Chillin' on the phone,bookin' more
city streets Make millions all triggered by electric beeps They dress in diamonds and rope chains They got the blood of SCARFACE runnin' through their veins Silk
bus No more backstage passes, whose [incomprehensible] is this Get everybody out of the room, the hotels gonna throw us out Where is Ice T, he's got the socks and more
hard for some new street tricks I think I'll join a gang, sling a little cane Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a name Fresh sneakers, silk shirts
screams Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam You don't come here much, and ya better not Wrong move (Bang) Ambulance cot I gotta get more
Oh, my God, the nigga rolls hard Every player mentions me The hustler of the century (Ice, that nigga ain't nothin' nice) I got more freaks than Heff
off the dresser, it was ten on the dot Now my beeper started beepin', I threw that shit in the sink I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Prince
talk shit, but always behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink
my sisters and brothers gettin' ready for bed Can't wait to get toys for all the break bread Mom's in P. Miller jammies and pop's silk Santa Claus comin
Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Been around the whole world, still ain't seen Nothin' like my neighborhood Out of all of the fancy satin and silk My
