Übersetzung: Langsame Schmerz. Do What You Came To Do.
day And party all night [Hook: Slow Pain] Just do what you came to do Lil' mama Do what you came to do That's right Do what you came to do Lil' mama
ask me supporting my baby just like daddy (2PAC) You alveate tha stress spend time with you, I feel blessed When you gone feel tha pain so strong deep
!) So what you gonna do, what you gonna do? (do, do, heee heee!) When the new world order come for you. (for you, for you, ahh!, ahh!) All you can do,
time, you're already there, and you're controlling this cycle. You say, "Man, look what we found here, Einstein," or whoever you're talking to, Tesla - whoever you
on it You play with mine Bet I turn you into crash dummies Better not need heaters I spit them shells like the beatles I have my people go see you I squash
fm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite You
'm addicted to your suffering I CAME TO BRING THE FUCKING PAIN And now you're looking down the barrel of a gun Sun of a Gun Looks like you're not having
Tiembra And your son too - there's nothin I won't do Unless you was me, how could you judge me? I was brought up in pain, y'all can't touch me Police
crews Bleek you're still with me ? nigga what did I say? The time is comin, you're one hit away Beans I ain't trying to change you ? just give you some
he said (uh) Girl this is yours (uh) Do whateva you want to (uh) (yo, yo) Ladies go and throw yo hands up [Eve] Hear these words out my mouth now Tell you
See I told ya'll I was gonna jump like this How you not gon' know it when it hits like this? [Verse 2:] See satellite, 664 came up crept slow Put
truck on Timbo's I ride, something like dimples As how we do it in the N-O Kelly, what you know about a rendevous In a island for 2, You sexy, black,
make it bump like this See I told ya'll I was gonna jump like this How you not gon' know it when it hits like this? See satellite, 664 came up crept slow
't understand So fuck em Know what I'm sayin? Fuck them niggas I done made it anyway nigga Ya'll some bitch ass niggas WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! [x2] We can do
know how to start this shit, yo, now [Verse One: Nas] Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician, inflictin composition of pain
came to throw I might just let you mop my flo' Here my autograph take this flick to go (CHEESE) Miss don't say no mo' Cuz you know what I do And you
is what you better do My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct You better ask it Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift? You get stripped by ballhandlers