Let's go I'm painting, I'm painting again I'm painting, I'm painting again I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning again I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning my brain Pretty
Übersetzung: Talking Heads. Artists Only.
up in my world [Verse One] My ghetto pass go state to state I could go in any hood 'cuz I ain't fake I'll bob my head, I'll stomp my feet For Soulja
how large When the music stops [Kon Artist:] I was happy having a deal at first, Thought money would make me happy but It only made my pain worst, It
you?re an artist And you put your heart in it, and that?s not even the half of it Like my man said, we?re talking butter and bread Better if his words
lobby Somebody called the preacher, and asked him for his blessings It probably cost you some cash, when they passed the plate for collections Only lessons
Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here They say he bourgie, he big-headed Won't you please stop talking about how my dick head is Flow infectious
: (feat. Ma$e) Ready!, Huh. Yeah! um Jesus, Jesus talk to me Jesus, Jesus talk with me Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Come on! (Jesus Walks) God show
The invincible, baby) Bad boys (Suga Bang) {It's like that!} (D-Digi!) [Method Man (Prodical)] Spontaneous combustion got niggaz lustin' Fuckin' with this head
I have to sing And only time will tell if you stand here with me And this'll be the last sad song I have to sing [Tech - Verse 3] Listen Only time can
eatin' rapper guys I'm still hungry These niggas ain't even appetizers After I'm finished eatin' them, I have an after artist I have to call you retarded You think you half the artist
fresh new perm At the world in the barrel of the pistol term Well we get it how we live never live and learn Gotta talk about the flow cause you is concerned Only
The Barrell While The Pistol Turn, But We Get It How We Live Never Live And Learn,Gotta Talk About The Flow Cuz We Is Concerned,Only Down South Rapper
the industry, and that's on me We can go head up, nigga, set it up Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up Your rappers and artists, tell em
, it tells me when to get up and when to go to bed, this is some of what goes on inside my head, inside my head, I wonder what might happen, if the day
real shells Yup killa you press ya luck Went to sleep in the pond, woke up with the ducks And this ain't gangsta talk, I don't talk the talk I suggest
Jean] True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted Jumpin in and out of limo's thinkin is his ass really gifted The only gift y'all possess is workin
you make them happy before they pass away? [Ashanti:] Wake up all the builders? time to build a new land I know we can do it long as we lend a hand The only
