a grab in your skirt And this is my way to say with no delay I'm never going fucking your way, no I'm needing this time to make up my mind Every time
I'm needing this time to make up my mind every time when we're lonely together I think of the options I've got you have disturbed me for a long time
Übersetzung: Raised Fist. To Make Up My Mind.
just a grab in your skirt And this is my way to say with no delay I'm never going fucking your way, no I'm needing this time to make up my mind Every
someday G But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up Cause it's time to make the payback fat To my brothers on the block
G' But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down tha barrell of my 9 Get up Cause it's time to make tha pay back phat To my brothers on tha block
got my mind made up, originality.... And one things for sure... I ain't ya average MC [Verse Two] This ain't your average thug, dodging slugs ain't ya average rapper who grew up
menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl I couldn
Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and
's on the wheels He makes the rubber squel Blood's on my gear From caps I've peeled About a block away I sit up Look back It wasn't nothin' but a Microphone
up" You gotta hear us, so we slow it up Let me see your fist, throw it up, every spot we blow it up "Don't let up" We keep it movin with the movement
: Yeah.. yo.. c'mon Ride wit me, lemme take you somewhere [Xzibit] My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider I was born wit my fists balled up,
was 4 or 5. There was something missing like a father figure so I figured he wasn't alive, but in my mind. He either bought a plane ticket up or went
's on the wheels, he makes the rubber squeal Blood's on my gear from caps I've peeled About a block away I sit up, look back It wasn't nothin' but a microphone
the sun but the clouds make it smoky You was my down chick when others just went down on me Must've saw something in me to wanna birth my first You changed my mind about raising
this shit doesn't make sense, Pete It's all political if my music is literal and I'm a criminal How the fuck can I raise a little girl? I couldn't I
me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' and it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised
