My mellow my man My mellow my man, right My mellow my man My mellow my man, right My mellow my man My mellow my man My mellow my man My mellow my man
My mellow my man, right My mellow my man, uhh My mellow my man, right My mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man For Scott Storch
Tercüme: Kökler. Mellow My Man.
they sugar walls Aw naw! Getting to the nappy root Knocking boots and stilettos, damn I keep it ghetto A cool type of fellow, mellow got the gold medal Never settle for less my
turn around and try to have your own children?" So I changed up my style once again So me and my moms could still be friends My daddy wasn't buggin out
deep, ghetto child of some chocolate, complected groovy head to toe, plus crazy cooler than vanilla I catch a slap five from my man, that's my mellow
! ahhh... One two, one two We came here to just motherfucking do You and a crew Got my man marley marl in the house Can't forget my man, lik, y'all in
rhyme Verse One: Nas Check it out When I'm chillin, I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers And watch a flick, illin and root for the villian, huh
Yeah, I'm loungin', I got my man Donald Byrd I wanna give a big shout out To my little man Miko, he's 2 years old He's away visiting his grand mom but
Whattup Paul? Kick that fuckin' rhyme Check it out When I'm chillin', I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers And watch a flick, illin' and root
I take a rest to let my rhymes digest Into my brain to sustain and cultivate it Take a penny for my thoughts, from copper I gold-plate it Enrich my mind
down they sugar walls Aw naw! Getting to the nappy root Knocking boots and stilettos, damn I keep it ghetto! A cool type of fellow, mellow got the gold medal Never settle for less my
sugar walls Aw naw! getting to the nappy root Knocking boots in stilettos, damn I keep it ghetto! A cool type of fellow, mellow got the gold medal Never settle for less my
