his arms I want you back I want you back Oh, baby I need one more chance To show you that I love you Baby, baby I want you back I want you back
Tulkojums: Tērauda vilciena. Es gribu tevi atpakaļ.
I see you in his arms (I want you back) Yes I do now (I want you back) Ooh ooh baby (I want you back) Ya ya ya ya (I want you back) Na na na na Tryin
, hired to die Plus I ball, I'm ignorant, Dogg I'm a muthafuckin' star, nigga, suck my balls I'm Mr. Baller, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller What you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you
sharks, when we hunt our profession. (Let 'em know) You get the bull if you mess with the horns. You should told your homie, theres a lesson for em. (
're killers themselves Hey, hey, hey, 46 people die For them you know, guys that I fooled with Were killers themselves how you Want it? How you want it
before you knew you were seen Yeah, I'm nice an' I don't care if you know 'Cause all you really need to understand is How hard I'm rulin' with Joe An
bit But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my shit And I ain't gonna die till I get it I want a rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo A fat bitch named
steam drill, "How is you? Pardon me mister steam drill, I suppose you didn't hear me" I said, "How're you?" Well can you turn a jack, can you lay a
back, get back You better get back, get back, back You better get back, get back You better get back, get back back You better get back, get back You
I been waiting for the whistle to blow. Sitting in a teepee built out on the track, Rolling bones 'til the foreman comes back. Pick up you belongings
You play all day and you play all night People say you'll never learn to play the thing right Always messing about, groaning at you Moaning, won't let you practise So I
, alright Oh, everything was just a game, yes, you played me good But I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you Oh, I?ve got my hands
from her side Do without her love And I lay back with a steel chain I keep it by my side I could mail a letter to you But I still have my pride Sick
or seven years ago I told my wife when I left here that I was coming back in style Ha oh well anyway I'm back I guess I might as well visit for awhile
we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya You wanna hit 'em, but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'em Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but
