Songtexte:
Studio 3 Passa Passa

le paranoie, tra le mie paure cosi non sento niente ma no, forse non ha piu senso ricordarti che ho bisogno di te Passa passa passa ma non resta niente

wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash Pass

for some cereal or toast Eggs fried or poached but I only eat the yolk Feelin like a million bucks, set to get it goin Now off to the studio to set this

weed man hit it cuz the faster you pass it man the faster you get it nah the faster you hit it the faster you fly pass that sweet to the right and don?t keep passin

: Why do I feel so alone Like everybody passing through the studio Is in character as if we acting out a movie role Talking bullshit as if it was for

the cover of Rolling stone pages Broke down barriers of language and races, just call on the Cape crusaiders and leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic

You Knt Have Him Bt Dnt Panic 2 Days Along She Won't Manage Wagwarn 4 Girls These Days Like As If We Knt Get Girls These Days 1 Likkle Passa, 2 Likkle Problem 3

good to ya You started tellin' the bigger dogs to call it quits? What?! [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Now niggas got the studio poppin' it's mad clearer

in the room get her out them panties Get wicked Get her in the bed real quick get hit with a whammy Can't shake it Try to pass it by but homey I Can'