Feels like im gonna loose my mind Just touch me there one more time Time after time Chorus Dont Stop touch me there Thats the place rub me there Dont Stop
Übersetzung: Mr. Vegas. Stoppen Sie nicht.
knows I get off the train Baby it's the truth I'm like inception I play with your brain So I don't sleep I snooze I don't play no games so don't get it
a bad thru dem walk inna posse dem a fool Lord dem nuh see how we lock di city And dem nuh tough like we Verse 1: MR. VEGAS (But a me say) badman nuh
'all ain't family If y'all don't hear me, y'all don't feel me My album is bulletproof, y'all can't kill me In 2003 the lease is up We on the block now
part they low down rats And I don't know about the ghetto they hearin' I'm in the musty yellow McClaren You can't even tell how I'm steering It's too
times for me Bring it live from the L.A.C., Mr. X to the Z [Xzibit] Liar liar, pants on fire I won't stop rockin 'til I retire Golden golden, State dominate
my chest Fuck punk motherfuckers that pray for my death Niggaz want me to show love, but ain't none left Won't speak no names, I won't waste my breath
on the books, cause I know how to call 'em Somebody tell my fam I got a gamblin problem I don't know when to STOP, maybe when somebody's drug away by
many questions) [Rich] Way hate me, or should I say hate on me Why do brothers bump they gums and debate on me Why when I ride by and don't stop You
lot of babies, y'all ain't family If y'all don't hear me, y'all don't feel me My album is bulletproof, y'all can't kill me In 2003 the lease is up We
in my chest Fuck punk motherfuckers that pray for my death Niggaz want me to show love, but ain't none left Won't speak no names, I won't waste my breath
And he's gonna get high, high, high When he's low, low, low The fire burns from better days And she screams, "Why oh why" I said, ?I don't know? The catastrophic
(So many questions) Why hate me, or should I say hate on me Why do brothers bump they gums and debate on me Why when I ride by and don't stop You feel
I'm wearin' a earring, but it ain't no Fruit Loop" Me and Frosted went to get a drink But she ordered somethin' bugged And I ain't know what to think
t-t-t-ta take off (2x) i say ey yo na na na, na na it's time to, move along we about to take off Verse 1: Mr. Vegas well, it's time for a fly out,
