as the skies are blue I'll be drawn to you Verse 2 I can't stop the world from turning I can't say what's right for you But I can offer you some good
Übersetzung: S Club 8. Drawn To You.
long as the skies are blue I'll be drawn to you I can't stop the world from turning I can't say what's right from you But i can offer you some good
you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga I'm the wrong one to provoke You rattin
, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh You be fronting like
scoop you up Fuck wit my last soul, my new shit is goin past gold And if you don't agree, you's a asshole Mark my word, you gon' make me pump the bird
be making you my lady S.E.- got me going crazy Any-thing that you want me to do I'll do anything cause I'm feeling you All through the club girl you dance
didn't ask you all that I just want to know where she is, and if you don't know, that's it Then that's it then} I'll be making you my lady S E got me
di city (That's what's up!) Disappear when yuh see we (That's what's up!) Jamaicans nah nuh pity (That's what's who!) That's what's up! (A weddy!!!!)
so damn hard Could you really blame a nigga if I fuck then skate? You didn't even pay that's why you flaunt the date All you did was eat salad, talk
Everytime you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your lip, uh You be fronting like you got a bunch of chicks, uh You be at home
the drive by) It's Killa Kali, it's Killa Kali Buddahba It's Killa Kali, it's Killa Kali Buck, buck It's Killa Kali, it's Killa Kali Budduhba It's
on welfare and shit Food stamps, medicade and commodities Section 8 in projects so how you knockin' me And claimin' you don't trip bitch you know you breaks me off Before you
as a dog and the raw gets you involved And I'm a draw quick, nigga aww shit Punks talking lick I haul off quick Wit' a sawed off kick it's like they
what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been
8? though, gon fuckin clown You don't know this nigga What, malt liquor got you thinkin strange? Rico with that fo-fo through the d-z-oor, you don'
we put you on the map yet dawg? Since you back Down South man what you got to tell me though? Chorus (5X): Bounce that azz bounce that azz you hoes
thumpin' in the club (thumpin' in the club, thumpin' in the club) Straight dumpin' on suckas everywhere, you know what I'm sayin' All you bitch ass nigga think you
