walk on by, yea Walk on by the room where you still sleep Walk on by the company that you keep And the room where I held you tight Tonight I must walk
where you still live, Walk on by, The place where we would kiss, And the room where, I held you tight, Tonight, I must walk on by, Yeah, walk on by
Übersetzung: Cake. Walk On By.
money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
I'm revvin, I'm tryin not to spill my Merlot Where my girl go, on world tour Ladies I'm back on the street like a mount on a furlow I'm back clubbin,
Hot ladies walk up in the club Honey, what's up? Honey, what's up? Come on, let's go The big waist pumpin' like a thunder sound Honey got a bottom bouncin', droppin' low, 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
Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? Can I have another piece of chocolate cake
the shoes Anytime that I lace mine Light up the stage For the homies we make shine Sick the dogs on you Get more by the K-9 Homies on the yard never walk
the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above and i'm just high on the world come on and take a low ride with me girl on the tunnel of love it'
I walk in they makin' the worst face Surrounded by Filipinos I think of the worst case Watch blue n green diamonds I call it the earth face I'm gettin' ya cake
I walk in they makin the worst face Surrounded by Phillipinos I think is the worst case ? green diamonds I call it the earth days I get in ya cake I tell
: Are u listenin is anybody listenin Walk into a room and u can smell the Clive Christianson Alot of niggaz is threatened by my positioning Thrilling
: [Intro: Eminem] Guess who? You missed me? Jessica Simpson... sing the chorus! [Chorus: Female sings (Eminem)] When you walked through the door, (whoo
a lot of lint, not a cent Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench What you hollarin? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in By the bodega
up in da bag munchin on tha shit bit by bit clip by clip and every block by block is brick on brick I got knots on knots Cause I got things that'll pop
naked washed up by the sink Blowin stink, and I don't see grass on the field So I'ma tear ass on that field The Doe Wilson walk around with a bottle of