Tell me, show me Keep me Tell Keep me, show me Tell me, keep me Show me, tell Tell me, show me Keep me, tell Tell me, show me Keep me, tell Tell me,
Übersetzung: Field Music. Tell Me Keep Me.
Tell me, show me Keep me Tell Keep me, show me Tell me, keep me Show me, tell Tell me, show me Keep me, tell Tell me, show me Keep me, tell Tell me
me The B.G., you want me find me In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3, ready to bust back nigga feel me Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it real Gotta holla
The beats, my mash, jam you for the platinum you have Run it, the illest, watch me become it I'm here, and took it bowling, like straight to the wig Speak truth like kids, tell
hop We keep it keep it movin, non non stop {*scratch 'Black Eyed Peas'*} Yo, we keep it movin {*scratch*} Yo, we keep it movin the hip hip hip, the hop hop hop We keep it keep
women But mine aside, so why you tellin your same ?? When niggas ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride We gon' ride ride though, you can call me
's get it together 'fore it's over Be a soldier like my Mo Thug family [Cat Cody] They never ever turned their backs on me (backs on me!) When I was
Polo's they think they got me but they would try to crack me if they ever see a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me if a
heart Wild flower, growing in all the wrong places Wild flower, so lonely ?neath that lovely rose bush Proper garden?s nightmare, queen of opened fields Tell me
I gotta see a thug nigga ill as me The Ill Will in me, I rep that willingly Step back enemies, death tracks feelin me Six blocks, losin my mind Runnin
me But they would try to crack me if they ever saw a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me If a nigga ain't running shootin
's someone in my room moving in the dark Seems strange but I know that its you You call me without sound touch me without form You tell me every thing
me Tell the Feds if they miss me They aint comin for me now Then nigga, Bet they don't get me So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me gone Big homie
scar, They try to keep your free spirit trapped in a jar, So you'll keep your mouth shut, And won't tell the world who's who and what's what, and prolly
it's the odd shottie that got cats, likening me To the mob John Gotti rap dudes bitin' me 'cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y
I'm on colo smilin', they think they got me But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me
damn, but the nigga wanted money They call me 'Pusha' for one reason 'Cause I keep that sniff all seasons Whether the price is up or down I keep a mound
