over to me But I can't help it just to be me original po p i m p Dobb hats city sharp Do you really want to be my fantasy, my fantasy I wish I could
to me but I can't help it just to be me original po p-i-m-p dobb hats city sharp do you really want to be my fantasy my fantasy [chorus x2] [second
Übersetzung: Do Or Die. Fantasy.
: TRACY Oh, oh, oh Woke up today Feeling the way i always do Oh, oh, oh Hungry for something That i can't eat Then i hear that beat The rhythm
don't you cry for them?? Don't tell me about kindness which is not there Hollow minds that do not see or feel Screams of animals in their hands, they do
You got me; you got me (you got me) You, you, you, you, you yeah [Verse 2:] Because I knew this ain't no dream First time you came to me (Came to me) Fantasy (fantasy
to get it on I'll do anything for you, please let me knock it Even put some money in your pocket Don't overcharge or play with my heart I got cash or
! Asshole fuckers, or just plain ol' fuckers!" [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] I'm a part of this, just like you I'm a disciple of Satan, with work to do
get it) (get it girl) etc. [Fresh Kid Ice] When you come to me all you do is ask 'cause your fulfillment is my only task I won't mislead you or mistreat
But at times unnecessary I'm gettin' worried Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do
make the bed bang If it's all mine, then let me know, now scream my name out Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow? Not to mention, the multiple
crowd, all you seen was troops This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me Talkin bout he left the hospital took five like me You living fantasies
air [2Pac] Let's go man, get up outta there .. can you get away? [girl] And I can't get away [2Pac] Do you love him? [girl] I'm not happy here [2Pac] Do
it in A lil' Hennessy, a lil' juice and Gin It's not a fantasy (nah) it's not pretend We gon' do it, we gon' do it, we gon' do it again 'Til the sun comes
tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap And we could go do what
never gonna do the things I should I'm caught in this world Heaven sent but hell possessed Feeling grey since my black went white Yes means no and no means yes I do
you I really like the way you do the things you do Take control of me fulfill my fantasies Here's my page and number won't you get with me Bridge: It's just the little things you do
