body, under the microscope Over and over, it's over, say over and out Over and out, out, over and out, out Over and out, out, out, out, out
Übersetzung: Englisch Beat. Over And Over.
2x) [B.G.] Hoes gotta be tamed, bitches have to be bent They dont understand English, hoes gotta be smacked Nigga beat 'em and stomp 'em Barely feed 'em and
Foreign or domestically, we conquer all obstacles professionally and rock on And that's exactly how we made it rock (made it rock) We turn this on and
America, Ice-cream and apple pie, guns and the Wild West" All American wise guy, why achieve that gleam in the sun Hamburger and a milkshake, all American dude Popcorn and
run) The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45 While my Old English
not a test, well I be busin' to this beat See its me and my dog and the homie Kid Frost, gonna try to take your freak, haha See I am ODM and I'd like
dressed up And went and took all the bitches of the athletes [Mikey Rocks:] Big up to what?s been up, nigga Pinups from when we clicked up and posed
juice evaporates - what it boils down to is the "yes yes y'all," and only that makes a rapper great Fuck rhetoric and repertoire, demographics and heavy
and beat up the track at the same time homie young lloyd done called and told me sit the dog on it huba huba imma doba pigeon i'm black and mean but
rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em we pick em and kick em Flippin them whip and I'm
depression So if you want to be giant sized Come to my school get pimp-matized In your school, what do they teach? English, math, and history Pimpin' game, you can learn And
beat I'm Too $hort, I said my name is Too $hort and it don't stop I love you bitches for the blowjobs I just laugh over and over When the bitch drinks
yearning It's beating like a drum roll You make me want to lose control My heart keeps racing It won't slow down I'm starting to get weak and I Don'
I spoke to the kids from Brooklyn to T-Neck New Jersey, and they heard me while I cursed the White minority regime, painted an ill scene Brothers and sisters over
fun He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One Never off-beat 'cause it don't make sense Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense You waited, debated and now you
to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em we pick em and kick em Flippin them whip and I'm wing
a lot Pants fall down every time I bend over And my feet itch Yeah-I married a scarecrow I hate you Talking to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only
