one more chance I wanna be close to you, baby I wanna be near to you tonight I wanna be next to you, baby I wanna be close to you tonight If
Übersetzung: Mr.President. Close To You.
Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? The police department hounded him, they called him Mr
bother you at all? You know you crack me up, really, really crack me up You crack me up, really, really, really, really, really, really Crack me up You know you
4 miles the land its major rubble And debris from the earth as we knew crumble Yo you could see the sea And the stars look closer to me I'm a mad man
: [Intro: Ras Kass] Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my nigga? Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you know Shouts out to my nigga Wreckonize, all my MIA [GZA
weapon Of mass destruction that we call our President For the present and mosh for the future of our next generation To speak and be heard, Mr. President, Mr
'm trying to say you can tell the President My hoe know numbers Gotti on tip she relevant [Chorus] [Verse 2] Mr. Tell It tell the truth, is you jealous or you
Clip full of hollows Models, swallow, gobble, smoke mad lala Stretch you out, so bad, you'll be able to kiss your own ass bye bye (muah) [Chorus - Mr. Porter] Now boy, I done warned you
heads up Its so rough you gotta stay tough all kids with the dads locked up keep your heads up Its so rough you gotta stay tough if you lost up into
felony Now you're mad at me I'm just glad we had the chance to be friendly before I killed you fucking family Say you're understanding me, fool you ain
then but on the other hand, you so god damn stubborn And you be startin' shit and ever since you made president We ain't even seen you since you need to, you
lil' better then But on the other hand, you so God damn stubborn And you be startin' shit And ever since you made President we ain't even seen you since You
But on the other hand You so god damn stubboran And you be Startin' shit And ever since you made president We ain't even seen you since You need to (You
wanna know, Mr.Football Man is What do you do about Willy Mays Martin Luther King, Olatunji, oh Well, the funniest woman I ever seen Was the great granddaughter of Mr
got If the president wants to admit it or not You can read it in the paper, read it on the wall Hear it on the wind if you?re listening at all Get out
with Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a
ain?t nobody takin? from us, and that?s the bottom line But I know there's a drop in the block You move slow You getting' pressure from cops you don'