end of it all it's you And at the end it's you At the end of it all it's you It's you, it's you At the end of it all it's you It's you, it's you At the
you And at the end of it all it's you And at the end It's you At the end of it all it's you It's you It's you At the end of it all it's you It's you
Tercüme: Soundtracks. Sen - Lucy Pearl (Feat. Dogg ve Q-tip Snoop).
Tercüme: 54 film müziği. Sen - Lucy Pearl (Feat. Dogg ve Q-tip Snoop).
you And at the end of it all it's you And at the end It's you At the end of it all it's you It's you It's you At the end of it all it's you It's you It
mack to me Keep it soft like we killers and often gat You walking on me guaranteed you be crawling back Abstract see it like this is the king in you
proceed Yo, we 'bout to make you set speed Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed Body blow bustin' your shit making you
natural,'cause you know that I am No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy Try to get ill and serve you,boy I'm on a hype tip,this ain't no ego trip Just rollin
, you could sing it, or you could play it You could play it yo you could play it You let your body move feelin' it inside you you, ooh (Inside you) We
, 30 floors up (So high) You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got
go another line you figured Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was Never been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you
it all stems from. I'm a do my thing over this drum like a native tongue. Verse one Q-Tip: Do what you will, if you feel that your steeze is real
Q-Tip in the Q before you knew T.I.P. And before you knew T.I.P. I was tippin' strippers properly to Pussy Poppin'. So, when you ask me "What you know
me crazy! yeah i'm on that fucking juice, have a sip i'll fuck you later, money on my table, pick it up, i'll call it tip the waiter, yeah, i'm the first
house for the nine-square My man Shaft, you don't know you better ask That bomb Chocolate City coming to you live from the ninety-fo' era Aiyyo you
shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds It's like a Freaknik and you got the only rubbers
