say Say it to me now And I'm not trying to pass the buck I'm just trying to get a better look And I'm wondering how it feels for you Now that the shoe
Übersetzung: The Frames. Say It To Me Now.
to say Say it to me now And I'm not trying to pass the buck I'm just trying to get a better look And I'm wondering how it feels for you Now that the
you've ever seen before So if you have something to say Say it to me now Scratching at the surface now And I'm trying hard to work it out And so much
of sprewells, man they slippin I'm on factory, with 20 stacks on me With 40 cal, I ain't worried bout nobody jacking me But people hacking me, they just be passing me
mind frame "fuck it" Gotta keep my nuts dropped - can't be fearin' nothin' When you're thuggin', nigga always into somethin' When you're hustlin', never know when nigga gon' say, "Up it
get ya You try to frame me without the picture Shit, I'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for life It don't change robbin' shit in this game I know you heard
over Well, there was no particular hour, no given day You know, it didn't go down in flame There was no final scene, no frozen frame I just watched it
to the game {Verse 1: 2Pac} Now I've got task on a nigga's ass Tell me will they blast me I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now It
best guess} *1 [Eboni Foster] Game's been good to me *2 [Eboni Foster] I don't care what it did to them The game's been good to me [Lady Levi] Oh,
But if I go, I'm takin all these punks with me Pass me a clip G, now come and get me You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent Givin them a reason
was down with D.U., now she wants to do me Oooh-wee! This is the life New bitch every night, never tripped off a wife It ain't right, but it's cool how
my waistline Take mine, you better bury me, G Punk ass niggaz don't even worry me, see I got a glock that say 'Pac run the block Fuck the cops cause
the breeze co connect for key's Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me If its on mother fucker believe
With Gurth Street In that Caddy Lac Blowin' out a pillow pack I call it "Coffee Brown" Bitches can't get off me now Rasta man toss me pounds I ain't from