I've got something I want to tell you I've got something I want to say All the things that you say and do girl Don't you know that they're not my way
Übersetzung: Small Faces. Etwas, das ich möchte Ihnen sagen,.
dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a beat biter Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain
right back into my life sooo.. [chorus:] You dont have to call And we dont have a reason to talk If u want something to say Then start telling me how you
you don't know how to flow Cuz like a showtime crowd at the Apollo If you doo doo they'll boo you and say you gotta go Number two I mean this sincerely Even if you
Harpies Bizarre I looked on but hesitated I failed to interrupt You're so hard to tell the truth to So easy to corrupt I'll memorize your face Your tragic
something that I gotta tell your ass" I said "What is it, another nigga? It's ok" She said "No I forgot to tell you, that I got AIDS" I got up out Denaun
point I want to make, The mistake is to take without giving, From within, You know how I'm living, I'm cool, I'm looking after myself, And I could never
they want my great material My vision blurry can't tell I hear the bells near the church steeple Where Rafael awaits his fate break the curse of evil I
without you Cos am in love with you Some say that I've been deceiving myself by involving myself with you I swae na only you you you I fit to tell "I
rumours like "Do you hear what I hear" [Pharoahe] I heard gay rappers that thugged, a lot of nerve [Ras] Can you believe that shit Monch? [Pharoahe] Word, word, I
out, you think I'm trickin' my dick? I kick ya ass if catch you keyin' my whip Trick, I'm not of the niggas that you used to fuck wit Like the nigga Reese
by himself So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes "No, I want you to cut off my
my heart you want to sacrifice PRECHORUS: 'Cause I have loved you oh so long, and I I just know that you still care And every day since you've been gone I I
? I guess I showed you, didn't I? Got in the race and then I won it, didn't I? I didn't even rub it in your face, did I? I could've got real shitty but
mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you Be smoking lotta blunts but I got more weed than you I guess I see you on the charts in the
something that I gotta tell your ass" I said "What is it, another nigga? It's ok" She said "No I forgot to tell you, that I got AIDS" I got up out
fuck you I said what repeat it again Chill son you?re weeded again Slow down god you?re speedin' again Face lookin' like you?re fiendin' for hen Who that wit you
