's talk about it Yeah, yeah, yeah Ma, I told you, I'm not here to fuss or fight But I see it, all you wanna do is cuss all night In front of the kids
Übersetzung: Harlem World. Not The Kids.
Übersetzung: Harlem World. Not The Kids (Featuring Rashad).
about it Yeah, yeah, yeah Ma, I told you, I'm not here to fuss or fight But I see it, all you wanna do is cuss all night In front of the kids, you tryin
girl And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world As
me (I heard about you) How I ball like the Dallas Mavericks Sayin, anything you want, you can have it (give it to me) That's Harlem World, I get on my
the hundreth time? Sendin flowers to funerals, readin rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not
two tecs Spit fourteen got about two left If one vest is thin then rock two vest Triple platinum and only in the U.S I'm the Harlem-World-slash-All-Out
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz
good clean air Skin softer than the softest fabrics You heard about me, how I ball like the Dallas Mavericks Sayin' anything you want, you can have it That's Harlem World
wear it if it fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
hundredth time? Sendin' flowers to funerals, readin' rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not
buy it I need percentages I don't care who the hottest Lil' nigga I think BIG like Christopher Wallace And I (and I) won't stop till my grand kids' grand kids
wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
girl The kids round here look just like shadows Always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails Tonight all is silence in the world As we
only the rope flower I can't be a broke nigga, better in showers Sellin' CD's on the corner of Sunset and Dower A small fry nigga in a baked potato world
