I get busy, I get busy, smelling good you know it's easy ... on smoking that shit chinky I got a Rolex on my pinky b*tch you know what time is it Shining
You think you're better, you're better than me You blow me off as history To avoid conversation you're ignoring me When you've had enough and you need
Was it destiny? I don't know yet Was it just by chance? Could this be Kismet? Something in my consciousness told me you'd appear Now I'm always touched
I see things happening, they fall before my eyes, pretend I'm blind like I could never see the heartache that's not mine, fills my head, can I just
There's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane And it isn't even Christmas He sees a note in the obituary That his last friend has died There'
Check it out, check it out, check it out, Got my man yellow .. in the house Set it off quick .. anywhere I'm in the house ..four bags you can get in this
Springtime is over Don't head for home Creep up the ladder And steal over stone No time to forget this World's in your eyes Sway in the cloud blur And
Projections under your black rims Will hide you from the sun And conscience keep you from the fact And the piece of mind you won But bad news and paying
Cuando tu me tocas todo se me mueve Pierdo el equilibrio, tiemblan las paredes Cuando tu me tocas, llenas el vacio Que deja la noche cuando siento
i'm talking about one night, 82, static, selecta, like... i'll take back to one night like static, selecta, come on, man! hey, hey, hey! nigger free style
Yeah! YEA-YEAH! WHOA-O-OHH [Hook 1:] Nuh-Nuh Nuh Shawty Nuh-Nuh Nuh Shawty Nuh-Nuh Nuh Shawty Don't chop me, Shawty don't Screw Me Shawty don
Yeah! Yea yeah! Whoa, ohh Nuh-nuh nuh Shawty Nuh-nuh nuh Shawty Nuh-nuh nuh Shawty Don't chop me, Shawty don't screw me Shawty don't chop me, Shawty
Ah im tired of all dis talkin'(all dis talkin) I dnt no what ya'll herd (ya'll herd) but im a warrior (warrior) Lets go! [chorus] Real niggas
{talking} I'm sick of it Me to Stop playin' This here is for the Tan shade man with the braid's Stop playin' with me I'm sick of it Fake punk wanna be
Every time she calls I'd like to just ignore her I think she's working both sides It's not my paranoia But I can't cut her loose That girl does the act
Touched, you say that I am too So much of what you say is true I'll never find someone quite like you again I'll never find someone quite like you, like