What can I say What can I say What can I do What can I do What can I say What can I say Won't you come back Won't you come back What can I do, do, do
Übersetzung: Soft Cell. Was!.
What can I say What can I say What can I do What can I do What can I say What can I say Won't you come back Won't you come back What can I do, do
cell phone She nuh know di math, english, or di spelling so fine All she know morning or evening or selling time See it now look what happen, soft like
gonna' follow me home Time go easy on me tonight I'm one of the lost sheep alright Take what you must, take what you must Of what I've lost as I have
the night, early in the morn I need a dog that can buy it if the pressure's on Damn I hate it when I find out that you niggas soft Go run and hide for
Did anything you ever asked of Eve You turned out to be a devil nigga I couldn't believe Sneaking numbers out my phone Calling bitches on the cell What
world whos advice I trust and respect more than yours Robbie: Son, Im not loaning you any money Jackson: What! What? Is that what you think this is about
I'll flow slow And still twist your tongues up Rock the house from night Till the sun's up Cause it relly ain't How much you say it's what you sy I got
Rooter, addicted to follies Like brown collies, stay soft fro Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian Talking a different language, RBI fly wide Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft
Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie rather be Don't flex on next, I break necks too Rollin with Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94 Ha-ha-ha Yeah, you know what
don't run when the cops come... Get a gun and drop one I'd rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve White folks trying to put me in a cell Let
mess of this banquet while our bones are soaked in blood. When our skin and cells are beankrupt we'll be deposit in the dust. Try to stay soft and remember
Randy Oscar De LaHoya, box ya like a casket Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin' See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley My leather so soft my
nothing but your T-shirts and your panties on feeling high but I'm hung real low looking sorta like a tripod, so power down your cell phone and power
in your testikels I turn you in to a vegetable Dissect that ass, yeah something extra-terrestrial Cause it's a different ballgame behind these walls And if ya soft
top notch ---- for you to cop no more mr. nice guy my whole life I've been smiling when I felt like whiling jealousy swinging on me made his attack (he soft
A little somethin' bumpin', but not too loud Nothin' jumpin' I'm gonna get my golf clubs Or call me a masseuse, and get me a soft rub Or noddin' with