Songtexte:
Beats And Styles

Übersetzung: Beats And Styles. Witer Than Wite.

take it back, one day Take it back, one day. You can take it back, one day Take it back, one day. Finally I’m free, the fear of being me Is long gone and

begin to explode and unload - like the Grand Funk Railroad Non-stop, like a Vette with a soft top It's ninety-three and I'm comin for my props And what

bro And to Big Treach and Naughty, keep talkin bout the ghetto To CL and Pete makin beats for the streets And to Main Source, makin fakes pay the cost To Premier and Guru, and

still in my damn pajamas Waiting on mom to bring me the Aspirin from a trampoline jump And if I pick her up, I'm humping and I'm fucking with no lubricant

va alla mia Family I love you Baby you are the one for me; I love you lucky love Italy and now everybody came come Mc, I love Italia and she love me

est fat (J'suis mon propre fan) Bakawawawawawa (J'suis mon propre fan) Je suis la personne qui me faut (J'suis mon propre fan) Bakawawawawawa J'rep un cute style, un cute beat

And screw the style and so on, rock you softly How you gonna step to me, kid, you grew up off me TV, movies and records and tours So many buses in Versace

like your fake blue eyes and your hoey style So let's go for a walk through the park You can suck my dick in the dark And just do what I ask; bitch,