it's touch and go, oh oh oh Touch and go, oh oh oh Touch and go, oh oh yeah Well it's touch and go, oh oh oh Touch and go, oh oh oh Touch and go All
Übersetzung: The Cars. Touch And Go.
come near Chorus: then I know it's gone too far oh, oh, I touched your star and it felt so right like the hush of midnight until you said with me it's touch and go
and all that To all the Uptown DJ's Ron G and Kid Capri and all of them for makin them bad ass tapes we play in the Jeeps and the cars Congratulations
in my green old school then buck him Powder blue, fuck you If you got a crew Bring 'em and order a Mill and Nina If ya gotta go toe to toe with the heater
that, you say you comin back? Bring it on, fo' whoever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you can go so far Just sell me your soul, and
Leavin ya spleen to pick up Half of you ni**az is softer than a Snicker Let's go to war and see who draw quicker and still I rise, and still I rise... [
And this money got me feelin like a star And this murder got me Feelin like my death ain't far And the land (?) and stolen cars Don't get no better Don
stocky with a Haitian accent Jewelery, fast cars and he's known for flashing (What's his name???) Listen while I take you back (NIGGA SAY HIS NAME!) and
cause I'm gettin' tougher than some billa billa And I'm gettin' get yea something like a pilla pilla Eastside 5 and you know how I do Damu dog And I bang
I'll murder dem I said I'll murder dem Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder dem I'll murder dem You don't believe me wait and see, I'll murder dem You
weed Just my vest and my semi In the back of that bentley Im nos and im bras See im there and im gone Cause my loyals is strong And my money here is long
abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence is my presence
em apart Niggas go hard, from th start Nigga this ? is my bodyguard Fuck with mine and I'll charge Little crazy-ass nigga at large Pullin cars, on these
Who cares about life, and the highs and lows Maybe I should write another song about pimps and hoes Cars and clothes, Idol Gods, Golden Cabs, Louie Scarfs I do this for the love, and
it's back we holdin' sacks So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows [Hook] [Verse 3] It's time to spend my
't need cars, Girl, you're my all. And... [ Chorus ] Oh! I'm into you, And girl, No... one else would do, Cause with every kiss And every hug, You make
