my bread... ...Im heartless Take a look at me now Take a look at me now Take a look at me now Take a look at me now Take a look at me now (verse 2)
m heartless Take a look at me now Take a look at me now Take a look at me now Take a look at me now Take a look at me now
Übersetzung: Wall, Paul. Look At Me Now.
1:] It's been pressed upon my heart to write To all of my fellow brethren in Christ Epaphras brought me a concern, my hope is shedding some light Now
this a di ganja remix! From Bermuda, to Jamaica, to Cali, to Texas, back out to Cleveland Yuh know, Paul Wall weh yuh seh!!! [Verse 1: Paul Wall] I'm
t the hook, now follow me There's nothing else for me to say, my public adores me Everybody bores me, they're just so corny So at night before I sleep, I look
grandma, beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack Walk with me
me Nature's mad because the trunk is in the front of me / (foreign) Gangsta's on In the back of me, hammer on the hip of me Hand full of piffery, damn
t looking at me like a rapper. And I'm sure Dame figured, 'like man. If he do a whole album, if his raps is wack at least we can throw Cam on every song
headed dragon? Grabbin', madmen chewin' their heads off Less talk, while the communist is stabbin' Now I think those were metaphors and the letters of Paul
a crazy man would So if you catch me in ya city, somewhere out in ya hood just say [Chorus:] Smile fo me daddy (What you lookin at) Let me see ya grill
do me, do me, do me Na the way you dey do me Girl, I love the way you do me (do me 6x) Boy, I love the way you do me (do me 6x) Na the way you dey do
won't fall and hang, like pictures on the wall or halls of fame. Its jus a boy man, look what it all became nothin all, but look at all remains, all
off the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (
waiting for her with the 44 [Wyclef (The Rock)] Now what it look like, it ain't really that (It doesn't matter!) So he cocked the gat at my top hat (
just a bunch of pussy cats milo Money is the song, pockets on high note Do ra me faso I rock like a fossil, big ball shit, Paul Castellano Shoot ya ass up, now