I wish you could see the look on your face So disgusted with the words I say I'm not trying to change your mind, come to find You're talking when you
Übersetzung: Slick Shoes. Die letzte Runde.
I wish you could see the look on your face, so disgusted with the words I say. I'm not trying to change your mind. Come to find, you're talking when
uh [Chorus: repeat 2X] Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a ginnsu Look at the life that I been through I'm the last real
Live with it, somebody done fucked up [Method Man] Look, I'm cutting corners on these clowns, marijuana and pounds Found with Staten Island niggaz that run up on you with rounds
going to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now They throwing missles round, you still trying to get a nine Uh, its the last days, end of time The
Set trip, murder at night, we stalk Yellow tape, bodies outlined in the chalk I keeps my enemies close Last night seen a life straight turn to ghost My position is to roll through round
Sunday school shoes and get scuffed, I put heads to bed like newlyweds Sing your rap eulogy 'cause now you're good as dead Hit the deck, once I round
dance anymore They haven't played "Give Me Three Steps, Give Me Three Steps yet Bought ten rounds for my buddies at the back bar Struck my last five
brawl And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And
you ever see such perty femininity arrivin' all at once in this here town? In this here town? Never saw the likes of this for miles around! Round and round
it, I'm toyin' wit ya'll Young boys with no choice but to follow the rest I swallow your best, technique and tactic Couldn't last one round, be careful
off brushed the gold teeth like Slick Rick Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick
't dance anymore They haven't played "Give Me Three Steps, Give Me Three Steps... yet Bought ten rounds for my buddies at the back bar Struck my last
I'm toyin' wit ya'll Young boys with no choice but to follow the rest I swallow your best, technique and tactic Couldn't last one round, be careful it
get played like Sunday school shoes and get scuffed, I put heads to bed like newlyweds Sing your rap eulogy Cuz now you're good as dead Hit the deck, once I round
