reach to touch, your broken hips I pull you in, close as I kiss Come on, come on Get up, get up, get up I won't let you down again Come on, come on
Übersetzung: Two Tongues. Come On.
I reach to touch Your broken hips I pull you in close as I kiss Come on, Come on Get up, Get up, Get up I won't let you down again Come on, Come on
when I talk switch the slang Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty Come ride on my roller coaster Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya Unlimited tongue
she do it I Like the Way she do it [Verse 4: Young Buck] She got a nigga on the count down Waitin on it like... Three, two, one Yea right now You got skills on
begun Keep MC's on the run so beware of the tongue Where I'm from there's no one that's quite as nice When we grab the mic MC's go on strike Closed by
and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased Lookin' through my highschool
they faces laid bris and they nuts cut off Fuck 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues Fuck a trick, get me rich and the bitches'll come Bust my
the man He wine and dine, but me and you we whine and grind And when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac, Richie
mac, new clip Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin
do it I make it rain, till the sun come out A nigga playin, we make the guns come out Now, my question is who they gon' blame When I'm back number one on
True dat, true dat!) Bring it on, bring it on, just make that booty ... (DR-ROP!!) (True dat, true dat!) [Verse 2: Thrill Da Playa] Drop it on one, then on two
mo' Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street I stink like pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat Verse 2: [Timbaland] I'm up on this track, like
& rock yo body right, Rock ya body, come on come on rock that body, (Rock your body) Rock ya body, come on come on rock, ya, body, Rock ya body, come on come on
sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling
to ease my mind Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks But Willie be servin dem dummies see Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin like
Stopping for green lights, and Now I know, I wanna be more than friends, How come every time I get the chance I lose my cool and I blow it, And I get all tongue
tell them young niggaz When it come to the women I just switch like a mood ring But I'm rich, I'm high on the food chain I'm hot, I smoke like two trains