wanna get to know you, ma I got a few things I wanna show ya, ma In my car, don?t look to hard 'Cause my jewels might blind you, girl Kick back I?m
Tercüme: Genç Roma. In My Car.
wanna get to know ma I got a few things I wanna show ya ma In my car [Chorus:] In my car Don?t look to hard cause my jewels might blind you girl (hmm
my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four people, Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range (Uh huh) My niggas
block, so we can rock With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop Back on the block Back on the block Ice-T, let me kick my credentials A young
be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange and talking 'bout a motherfucking change This is for my thug niggaz (chorus x6) This is for my homies and my
credentials from a school In my Fall of Rome jeans, my Head Porter wallet My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Cheng clock Shit might not go to college but my
my car! If my car not home when I get there you in trouble! You know you too young to be drivin! [Puddin':] Whassup Rome? This Puddin'. I got ya number
my car! If my car not home when I get there you in trouble! You know you too young to be drivin! Puddin': Whassup Rome? This Puddin'. I got ya number
get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it Step by step, I put an end to your fun 'Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son A young kid from the ghetto
be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange And talking 'bout a motherfucking change This is for my thug niggaz (chorus x6) This is for my homies and my
there and with you I was free We traveled far by scooter then by car From Paris down to Rome In Germany we clowned In Switzerland broke down, we were so young
, yeah! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! - Love machine. Love machine... When I was young, I waited til' I was grown. To get up in the morning to hear my saxophone
we say we're in Paris? .... I don't know. Shall we say we're in Rome? .... We could. Shall we imagine a menage-a-trois? .... I'm too young. Shall we imagine
in the hedges Welcome all of yall to my dark recesses This is where I keep the bars like bathtub edges My Ivories And My Doves My Levers and my Zests
rock With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop Back on the block Back on the block [VERSE 1: Ice-T] Ice-T, let me kick my credentials A young
hard But when you die nigga what you gon' say to god They get to spittin' them ninas, nine millimeters, bust ballerinas Over things from Colombia and Argentina My tiga Rome
