You can't You can't fool me You can't You can't fool me You can't You can't fool me You can't You can't fool me
Übersetzung: The Damned. Creep (Du kannst mir nichts vormachen).
you got it going on give me some of your Thug Passion Babby You got me dripping wet from the way you make me sweat give me some of your Thug Passion
I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original Mono y mono ain't no subliminal
sleep: to get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell and, a nigga, you'll smooth creep. And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still
you don't wanna see So what you think of that look in my eyes? You think it's for you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting
can ride now I got the keys to the cruiser You can be with me, ain't got to be with a loser Do what it do let me see if I'm a loser What?s my name? [
laid me Excuse me bitch it's a switch You can't fade me Naw baby not this way Yo you ain't playing Ice Cube out like no booger I don't fall for the okey
mirror so I can see who can see me South Central is puttin Ice Cube to the test With four brothas in the SS I can't go around and can't back up So I gotta
m out on a solo creep (Uggga!) Your face hits the concrete You wanna roll With the niggas that don't play I think you got false courge Get out my damn
got all my boy's mugs Can't use my phone for the damn bugs I live in privacy,don't like suckers hawking me News reporters,some think they can talk for me
top Can't nobody even tell me I'm sippin when I lean Forgive me to my fans, I'm country till decease Pleaseee, I stay up on my creep so to come up Gatta
D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep Deeper than the page of a book let me look You let me hit the stage
a lustin' on my T-L-R Those who choose to stand afar it is the bar that you ain't down My mind on me makin' dollars can't bother to act a clown Bound
we can all be friends I know you've done it before don't act like you haven't whore I'm bout to lose my wife I can't afford a divorce [Chorus:] Sin with
I want so you know I ain't no joke But huh, rat-ta-ta-ta put you on your back Nigga we get stupid like this and like that, you see Put ya left foot in
the deuce-fo' s t r to the double e t don't tell my nina you seem to be incubate and I ain't trippin' on all that payback shit you ripped in jail by then