tryin' to reach you, tryin' to talk to you It's killin' me 'cause you're my heart That's right I admit it You're my heart I refuse, to let you go I struggle
to reach you, tryin to talk to you It's killin me -- cause you're my heart That's right I admit it You're my heart I refuse, to let you go I struggle
Übersetzung: LL Cool J. Du bist mein Herz.
My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin Can you see me now? Heheheh Move
you got things to do (Yo, you guys want to see Bru? [yeah, yeah], alright we'll swing through) Ok, ok, well, if you're showin up then I'm a throw you
I'll battle you over stupid shit and diss people who ain't have shit to do with it, like Cool J does (My tattoo!) You see me standin outside of your
to do this. [W:] Um, OK, OK. You will hear it anyway, a thousand times when its a, when it s a hit! You'll, You'll hear it on every radio station and
what's right to hear? You? Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots
my semen sprout I thought that real shit is what you been fiending ?bout what you been praying for? What you been screaming ?bout? ironic you been sleeping
all of us right here, You feelin' me? ff ah ff ah, HOT, oooh NYC to Cali, oh we're cutting trips in the valley, everywhere we go, you know we're gonna
all about Aiyyo cool calm collected and my name is Mike G. And I'm reppin for Nas and my crew the J Beez! [Verse 7: EST from 3XDope] Eight bars, ten
the sake of smacking you when you outta place You don't get hits, niggas make errors, try to run home You out at the plate (YOU'RE OUT!) I make wack niggas
go to jail And when you be serving you might see work On Club Nina when you walk up you might be hurt You might skee skirt Cause you ain't getting in
you're knowing Where I'm gonna be I vanish Step into my brain Got it so dark That you can't see Godd dammit Your flows come in Your flows go out My flows
my nina you seem to be incubate and I ain't trippin' on all that payback shit you ripped in jail by then i'll have that nine to make that brain thang
jeans you got a Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) [repeat 1x] [LL Cool J] International baller baby... Young birds in the coupe goin (Papi tell me if you
4-Tay] The difference is you're talking about the game you see I'm living in And all my folks R.I.P, I'LL see you in a minute Before I cut I gots to shock
