baby now Don't tell me I lose my feeling Don't tell me I care for you Don't tell me I make up blue Don't tell me I love my baby now Don't tell me I
Übersetzung: Blue System. Sag mir nicht,.
condoms "Hey, what's that? " Don't touch it or even fucking look You are Fantasia and the body bag's a fucking book [Hook] [Verse 3:] Yo Vince, let me tell
Take me away from these people (Take me away) Take me away from these people (Take me away) Take me away from these people (Take me away) Take me away
I told em they was bullshittin, they said it's real as hell Can't explain the way I felt Too many years I seen my brothers die And I can't say that shit
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd I don't give a fuck where you're from boy So don't tell me cuz I don't give a fuck It's all about
wanna fuck me Excited like rednecks at gun shows in Kentucky I rocked Soca City Saw ten thousand Colombians screaming, ?Non Phixion god.? Don?t be confused
Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like But a son know my Pop's didn't raise me right When Hennedy don't pay me right No Baby wipes Keep the
me, nasty Don't be scurred boo, come on just ask me I drive fastly I'm like Jeff Gordon I switch the raid on the S and kept that Navigation System cranked
that it trickles down to Niggas want beef, I want some of that cow too But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich Don't bother me wit' silly shit, call
momma give me hell? With his hands loose as no refusin' Did he fight? Was I blue? Almost shamed to tell And I don't know yet the system he was usin'
yo... Lemme tell you what you wanna know [Hook x5] Yo... Black people... Knowledge, wisdom, understanding... Man, woman N child... Food, clothin N shelter... And it don't stop... Yo...Lemme tell
my hood Leave you in the wrong hood, got it understood PC 647b, that's a prostitute, plus she kind of cute She don't want to jail, well bitch I'll tell
ya don't stop Ah Brother J funkin lesson ya don't stop Ah Paradise architect ya don't stop Professor X overseer ya don't stop X-Clan in the house, you
Each one of my nerve endings switching with my bonemarrow The scenory surrounding me isn't really reality Atleast that's what I tell myself to get it out of me
candle But Chris, you can't handle the truth Don't wanna face reality So lower than accept my apology Please like when police say freeze And I ain't do
-brace of napalm when I drop my Bat Bomb .. and don't you forget it Takin out you suckers and you don't know how I did it [Outro] No one, can save the
the weak It don't depend on the color of a rag Cause if you got what they want you know they gonna take what you have Cause violence don't only revolve
