the circuit negating the fires and drowning the crowds Anyone, could be anyone (repeat) Without your succession (?) the message transmitted is certainly altered, it
Tradução: La Iglesia. Podría ser cualquiera.
be the judge (You know you gonna do it anyway, fuck it) B.o.B or T.I.P. Know what I'm saying, you be the judge, dog (Which could be the better acronym
right up under me dog And it feel like I done it before Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust Don't let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it
nothing more than dirt Man if anyone could brag bout they status it was Paul But to him it was trash it and he counted it as lost For the sake of the
treat her like a lady Tell it to her straight, she can take the truth Don't lead her on and leave her confused Anyone would rather be alone than be used
number whines "Hey dirty, I want you When it?s good, it?s really good, and when it?s bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here, thing Well
, put it on me motherfucker Put it one me, It's how we play motherfuckers Comin' to get you niggaz [Chorus] It's how we play, yeah It's how we play,
to be so dumb Bred on purple mountain range Feed amber waves of grains To lesser human beings, zero feelings Blame it on human nature, man's destiny Blame it
what up... [Verse 1:] What it is bruh (bruh) What it do mane (mane) I'm still tha man from the pan to tha blue flame Then hit tha door make it rain with
that, and could it be I'm not as ugly as I feel, because alot of women think I've got sex appeal, and is it true, that I'm just too commercial, not black
a bone, wishin that I could do her Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be because we related, physically and mentally And she was fun then, I'd be
listen to her Sitting on a bone, wishing that I could do her Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be Because we related, physically and mentally And she was fun then, I'd be
in they mouth and blow err thing they think out Run around actin' like bitches, you gone make me loose it all I wasn't gone talk about it but, God damn it
It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch Don't think (stay) Drink your wine (home) Watch the fire burn (be) His problems not mine (safe) Just be
clear it But I wonder how it would look if I could peel it back with a skilliet Then I'mma fill it crack when I hit it, then I'mma spill it back when you ill it
to respect it/ Gimmie my space, and I'm a give you yours/ It's my profession, nigga (Nigga!) It ain't a game, yall can pop tha collar, uh/ It'll be some
could be anyone I wanted to be Maybe suave Errol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby If I only had a pencil thin mustache Then I could do some cruisin' too
