'll scream Sing me no song, read me no rhyme Don't waste my time, show me Please don't implore, beg on the seats Don't make all the speech, show me
Übersetzung: Michael Ball. Show Me (My Fair Lady).
Übersetzung: Michael Ball. Show Me.
with it I'm wit it! I told you I was gonna cake up I did it I did it! N****s tryin to show me how to ball Man they tryin to buy some Gucci, I'm tryin
hard, them guys ain't too smart But to be sure smash Jordan playin' golf Even though he tends to be a ball hog HEY MICHAEL, over here superstar (whoo-
hell Cause you stepped on the sex But guess who will show you, you gotta pass the check Got my clock on deck and my custom vest streets You came, for me
drown the shark Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin
m sellin eight... balls sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y'all I ain't gon' sweat him I'ma let him come to me If he give me the nod then these
round pick like Michael Vick Quarterback status throw passes at chicks Santana Moss When catching the ball Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball Perfectly
a calm manner I say this in baritone, we come to get all cheddar Hauntin' you in your dreams, you wake up screamin' in falsetta MTV clipped me birthday bash show
where ganna be great together [x6] Where ganna be beautiful together [x3] And let me show you what I can do [x3] Let me show you how fast I can get to
on me cause I'm in a trap I'm gonna give her cheese then She with me, she never dick teasin' Wrist freezin' She's tellin' me I'm just seizin' She do
niggas gonna make me act up I'm out here busting my ass for her and you all out here tearing her back up And you just can't tell me that you didn't see
fact, music makes you violent Like Michael Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent You don't believe me, here's my hype Offer me the record and I'll show
They take a billion pi i i i i ics For my dream I'm already for it Tryna see everything like a city tourist I'm eating all these rappers food, Show me
eight balls Sixteen tryin' to graduate to pushin' quarters y'all I ain't gon' sweat him I'm-a let him come to me If he give me the nod then these niggaz
Cause you stepped on the sex But guess who will show you, you gotta pass the check Got my clock on deck and my custom vest streets You came, for me
ice, you remain Fuck em' all, tell em' all eat shit, here we go again You can get the dick, just call me the ball sack I'm nuts, Michael vick in this
