put a spell on me Mikel: Girl, how about if I said, meet ya late around ten Would you wanna hang out with me girl? Richie: Your body movin' so mad, makes me
put a spell on me [Mikel:] Girl, how about if I said, meet ya late around ten Would you wanna hang out with me girl? [Richie:] Your body movin' so mad, makes me
Übersetzung: US5. Spell On Me.
a spell on me Mikel: Girl, how about if I said, meet ya late around ten Would you wanna hang out with me girl? Richie: Your body movin' so mad, makes me
on everything (x5) Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha I?m on everything (x5) [Royce Da 5'9"] I?m on syrup painkillers,
flag and surrender your faculty Niggaz got geez but its not really mack to me Keep it soft like we killers and often gat You walking on me guaranteed
. Ayo, Gordy Let these niggaz know how us Detroit niggaz do when we mash out on 'em Throw that shit on on they ass. Come on! [King Gordy] Three piece
me Yah, I'll be a new neighborhood dad Cats'll roll up on me like, "Trix my man!!" Ya see a policeman rolled up on me and told me, "Make my day" I said
we want, spend what they want Young, rich, hot nigga, everything she wants Triple beams scales got me under deep spells Kiss my forehead, momma knows I mean well Cocaine bought me
See me in the gran' transportation splurgin' Drivin' with a turban who push a black suburban Come on, we rollin' windows half down through the urban Network law lay it down like a Persian M to the E to the F, spell
feel it coming I knew it, they comin' This just in President, I guarentee Jim, Jimmy, Jimmy wake up, Jimmy Only the Lord can save, 5.99 no obligation Let me
is gone, Cher is show case, 5 5 9 night life (they had it goin on), Back then Shawty D was gone, Flat heat right here was on, They put me on the song
m on everything (x5) [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed Sober don't interest me I'm on everything Bout to sip the liquor like
I throw the wifey in some Dolce And put some chains on my niggas like I own slaves I get up, look out the window hope the sun shining down on the niggas
allegory is Adam's story On the eve of something glorious Us against them won't bust the system But trust the pistons, the engine's mis-spent Our thrust is intense, combustive intent Boom Jonny 5