learn I can't believe it's over See for yourself I can't believe it's over There's nothing there See for yourself I can't believe it's over See for
Tradução: Doblado. Yo no puedo creer que sea más.
just knew him it's hard to put it into words you know it's hard to say what you feel it's hard to say what you feel.... I guess all wounds heal over time
this demon my daddy told me it was comin Trapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be Runnin while turnin around and blastin back
Because It's Driven Me To A View With A Vendetta I Am The Apitomee I Don't Give A Fuck About Ya Nigga I'm Just Livin Me We The Reason For The Season
-cker look who's back Just like a pendulum, Satan's pentagram swings I accidentally dented it and bent the damn thing Shit I think I might have did it when I
: Well it's out of the fryin' pan and into the fire You bent over, baby, and let me be the driver Just a cut of pink, wouldn't believe me if I told
it (damn) Then fake the funk, doggonnit Now loc, look at this predicament You smoked out and can't be trusted, I can't kick it wit Niggas like you, used
t [Chorus] Does it radiate? Yeah it does for me I can take you down It will knock you over to your knees Let it save your faith We can let it go that
I bent it It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P. Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like... chorus: (2X) [Dre] No, I ain't
t really velvet... they were, you know, kind of like velvet. It's a, what d'ya call it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it? ``Look out! Look
about this demon, my daddy told me it was comin' Trapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be runnin' while turnin' around And
hips, those thighs, I love it when you thug me baby And I can't deny, I love it when you shake it, hehe Love it when I'm with you baby I got a fetish
it like a paraplegic please believe it (Wooo) Knees bent, and back arched just how I need it Call her "Billie Jean," I like the "Thriller" before I "Beat It
S.K's, A.R's and Mini fourteens I'm Cashis, the last of the real, with a strap On Pro-sac, D's and E-Pills, it's a rap Get the block on tip, two for
who's back Just like a pendulum, Satan's pentagram swings I accidentally dented it and bent the damn thing Shit I think I might have did it when I was dancing While I
best get out my face and stay in a child's place See I get on the mic because I know I can And I'm fresher than you because I know I am So when I jump