: Looking for something Something new Something good Something fast Something exciting Looking for something Something won Something real something
Looking for something Something new Something good Something fast Something exciting Looking for something Something won Something real something strong
Übersetzung: war. Looking For Something.
: [Pitbull - Verse 1:] This for those that chose to sleep on Pits not knowing I had a plan for every letter in the alphabitch my lifes been diarrea boy
you hear a whisper out of the darkness like (Yo yo, 2 for 5, Yo yo come here shorty shorty shorty Come here come here I got something for you) Priest
haze. [Lupe Fiasco:] I seen 'em brawl for it, right on the wall for it. Get kicked out the mall for it, run from the law for it. See things they should
Writing history with every song you sing Regulating the era, standing side-by-side And we down for whatever, was the days of the past Now I'm looking
livin' lavish With formalities of having the fat shit My status is impeccable We wreckin' yo crew, the casualty is you Jagged Edge coming through Remember who Hit it, did it something
dont get shot Better throw my vest on ma chest cause niggas is a mess It dont take nothin but frontin for me to start something buggin and buckin at
I mean Earn your keep, regulators, mount up It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G was on the streets, trying to consume Some skirts for
-Hop! I be lovin' Gimme, gimme, gimme something Gimme something for nothing Rich blood sucker of the poor I see you Hickory, dickory Hay watch out for
'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40 Broad day, I'm trying to dodge a cover story Look like he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him, yay
me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long So I told her I got something you've been waiting for I got something you've been waiting for
streets Look familiar I feel ya Longtime no see [Chorus] [Black Thought] Uhh Clap somethin But whatever you clap Clap to the record spinnin While I'm takin you back To the top paper era
hope i dont get shot Better throw my vest on ma chest cause niggaz is a mess It dont take nothin but frontin for me to start something buggin and buckin
