All I need, all I need is you All what I need is your heart Everywhere, every step, every part All I need, all I need is you All I need, all I need, all I
Tradução: Blue System. Todos lo que necesito.
more suitable Cause I'm the brother that makes black so beautiful I ain't slippin or down with a head trip I'm talkin to all the Bloods and all the Crips
was all a dream I was smoking all the finest weed Like a Kottonmouth King I never find a seed I'm like Sid Vicious in '78 I wake up handcuffed But i'm
it ain't ya face I need a tipdrill, I need a tipdrill I said it must be ya ass cause it ain't ya face I need a tipdrill, I need a tipdrill Said if ya
Pop One All Creased Tight Blue Rags On My Left And Right I Guarantee To Get The Gente What They Need Why They Think When They Need The Crowd To represent
phone call away I've reached the status, of a modern day John Baptist I'm preachin just what I practice To each and all, I got a word from the Beach to
you ready) Flying down it Cops around it System up, I love the pounding I forgot baby, what's your name And I forgot, what times your train And another
a cross I burn the bible Because I'm liable, to do this When my actions true this But I'd rather choose to use my diction Resurrect that blond blue eyed
what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true(i'm soo truue) . Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your
a system bring oppressors to knees I speak a language universal, check on how I use it Dwellers of this planet, labelled it as music I come and I go from
I'm speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my brothers Red or blue, black
Systems go Satellite, Satellite Minus 10 Twilight, twilight I feel the moon Pulling me away Into the blue Of the midnight's sky If you can do What I
] Money all day, count money all day Count money all day, count money all, money all Count money all day, count money all day, count money all Money all, money all
the beat back All that whackness, we don't need that You gotta bring the beat back All that whack garbage, we don't need that Bring the beat back All
who is without sin cast the first stone Mayne every time I walk inside the church house the preacher cuttin his eyes at me But I know he can't throw nothin
y'all and it just don't stop Dig it I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys sadness Who knows what
thing, I can't forget it Got me screamin', "Ma mama ma, ma ma ma ma" Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue Got birds on the side, I don't treat