All I need, all I need is you All what I need is your heart Everywhere, every step, every part All I need, all I need is you All I need, all I need, all I
Übersetzung: Blue System. Alle What I Need.
where I'm speakin of Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love [ VERSE 2 ] I got a lotta love, cause you're all my brothers Red or blue, black
out with things and conquered Strange women and parties and alcohol I devour them all And gave 'em back when I heard my call 'Cause I felt you there You
it ain't ya face I need a tipdrill, I need a tipdrill I said it must be ya ass cause it ain't ya face I need a tipdrill, I need a tipdrill Said if ya
law, so break the law and get buck I-B-N buckin' the system Cuz the system's a hizzoe (hoe) And I don't care bout no law, cuz Uncle Sam is my negro
yeah [Verse 1:] What's up world? Dealin wit deep shit Inside, I can't hide It's what I sleep with I took it upon myself to show my other side I send
a system bring oppressors to knees I speak a language universal, check on how I use it Dwellers of this planet, labelled it as music I come and I go from
a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away I charge the game and put my problems on layaway A black man but I feel so blue So I smoke green
front of all the slaves to inbreed fear, so they'd be scared and behave and not rebel more Understand all whites must be perceived as potential predators I
phone call away I've reached the status, of a modern day John Baptist I'm preachin just what I practice To each and all, I got a word from the Beach to
, tie your shoelace When I spit, I split it, turn Harvey Dent into Two-Face Robin, I'm more than a sidekick, I'm more like the livest They wanna go head
more suitable Cause I'm the brother that makes black so beautiful I ain't slippin or down with a head trip I'm talkin to all the Bloods and all the Crips
I'm speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my brothers Red or blue, black
Systems go Satellite, Satellite Minus 10 Twilight, twilight I feel the moon Pulling me away Into the blue Of the midnight's sky If you can do What I
] Money all day, count money all day Count money all day, count money all, money all Count money all day, count money all day, count money all Money all, money all
the beat back All that whackness, we don't need that You gotta bring the beat back All that whack garbage, we don't need that Bring the beat back All