t touch me, you ain't had none of that so imagine that Somethin' about that thing, that thing that you do Keeps me running back, running to you, baby I can't imagine
Übersetzung: Heavy D. Imagine That.
Übersetzung: Heavy D. \u0026amp; The Boyz. Imagine That.
can't touch me, you ain't had none of that so imagine that. [chorus] Something about that thang, That thang that you do, Keeps me running back, Running to you baby i cant imagine
I know the things the cheddar buys, will attract and catch the eyes Instead of ice, it'd be nice, if we would invest in life Instead of all that flashy
in class or ironically with that Class kid Out of class and back in school fast Catchin up on what's happened, after mad distractions Imagine S-K all
will serve to help the away you rhyme Some people put their image first then self gets left behind So when you search within the verse it's best that
set of double D's Why should we separate like Siamese Didn't anybody tell you sex better in threes I can be the reason that you both knock kneed
, throughout despair everybody put your muthafucking hands in the air that's how I do 'em I do the kind of shit you can't imagine you are one of the nicest
: (John Dowland) Come heavy sleepe the image of true death; And close up these my weary weeping eyes: Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath
status Draw the fastest, force him go to the mattress Imagine this, in my technique's This swervin authentic version M.D. Mount. to Vernon Touchin anybody like that
my niggaz in them Cadillacs, swingin that battle axe A million dollars every 90 days, imagine that My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy gats Hit a nigga so hard that
the function, throughout despair everybody put your muthafucking hands in the air that's how I do 'em I do the kind of shit you can't imagine you are
that, you idiot. It was a rhetorical question.'' Above them, Billy the Bird chirped proudly. ``Yeah, that's right. We bad. We bad''. Granfather decided that he'd
from the bottom, built an empire and torn it down Not Rockefeller, more like Mr. Cinderella And I'm standin in the rain with a ripped umbrella That's the, that's the That
I blew out get mad lifted Don't have to say up the show that I'm gifted God bless me 'cause I reach my 21st Heavy D, don't drop a curse Peace, peace,
way over your head, you like creativity? I'm a gangsta rapper, Lord, forgive the shit I'm sayin' But You'd be surprised where my music be playin' Yeah, that
ain't trying to see the pen Like a needle in a haystack we ain't trying to see the pen This is a luxury tax Yeah, imagine this, no, imagine that Gave
