urbane Oh, I love your brain Yes, I love your brain Ooh, I love your brain I'm gonna say it again Love your brain It's a beautiful brain I wanna be with
so urbane Oh I love your brain (I love your brain) Yes I love your brain (I love your brain) Oh I love your brain (I love your brain) I'm gonna
Übersetzung: Frank Black. I Love Your Brain.
re so urbane Oh I love your brain (I love your brain) Yes I love your brain (I love your brain) Oh I love your brain (I love your brain) I'm gonna
or my upbringin, I spit that thug shit Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands on tight, cause I ain't givin up I'd rather duck these
Cash Hip hop is in trouble, I stay on the pad Rappers wanna feature me, I'm like give me a math I'm like "nah", I'mma keep it funky, nigga Talk 20, cuz
you love to hate But can't - because you love what I make Now ain't that about a bitch I'mma talk shit until I'm out of hits They don't wanna turn they
it's on, the shots flowin' through your head I been rich, I been poor, I saved and blown bread Some say I been here before because of the way I zone
Hey, what it is pimpin' Slim Thug and T.I.P. doing it B.I.G with B.I.G Ya'll understand what I'm sayin', hey PSC pimpin', ya'll already know what it is
is it me or my upbringin', I spit that thug shit Nigga, motherfuck singin', I hope you got your Timberlands On tight 'cause I ain't givin up I'd rather
and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school) I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die It's gonna happen
hop out and bust doors I ain't goin' back to jail, nigga that's what I flush for My money or my glock, who do I trust more? I don't know, it's probably
gasoline I dig through your chest like a jar of vasoline I leave your brain regurgitating plancid until your rhymes are exasperated I clip up a niggas
plane my thought is my train the galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain heard my verse, *ain't nothin the same*. I leave your
I ain't goin back to jail nigga that's what I flush for My money or my glock. Who do I trust more? I don't know it's prolly the one that I touch more
and barricades, make ya black and blue From the blast and the blaze, it's a bloodsport, bloods builds up back I make your vision go blurry while your brain goes black
it's a sound I'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest nigga to tackle I'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's apple I'm so rare, battlin
