Let's make it, let's make it baby We ain't sayin' nothin', we ain't sayin' a thing Let's make it, me and you Let's make it, let's make it, let's make
Tercüme: John Lee Hooker. Diyelim Bu olun.
to block you out of my mind, is a complicated task I mash for my cream, but my job ain't done Take it from John it ain't no fun, it's easier said than
L scratching*} "Listen up as I take out the rhyme book" "Flow over beat, that's sort of my venom" "From the rude attitude, done got in it to win it"
" when Aaron said "Dumb bitch" Had the Fila's and the Lottos with my Lee jeans on Playin' That's My Car till the lights came on Friday night's, pump it
to turn on some John Lee Hooker When I want some rock and roll Go to Otis Redding to get some soul Say, James Brown got plenty of soul James Brown like
the four-fifth of this outfit Cronz 'bout it, 'bout it, for dough I live Faggots off the streets when it's crowded Master breath control, make the death
