me I can keep a secret boo Just to be alone and get next to you I like your style, beautiful smile, you're kind of wild I like your style, boy I really
Tradução: Da Band. Me gusta su estilo.
that your feeling me i can keep a secret boo just to be alone and get next to you i like your style beautiful smile you kinda wild [Chorus] I like your style
polish politics by the way I'm higher than the Eiffel tower tip I like writing but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite ya shit Pause, inhale
dese bitches in the game gettin serious for I was just playin wen I said you looked like curious george I mean I was in da SL ice on da bez-el I ain
benz on sprees pay your whole pay check off indo weed I ain't gon be actin like I can't bleed and y'all haters Ain't gon be actin like y'all can't be
cuz they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin as I'm sayin it I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine, bitch I'm known for jammin Smoke
beat, beat As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself If it's for the wealth i'll stop, well put i like this It's like me selling some dope
of view]. Yeah, and that's why I stay right. So right, so right, had me lodi-da-da-da, lodi-da-da-da, da-da, da-da. Krayzie: I say the war shouldn
take that shit straight 'Cause I need niggaz to feel me on this Ya know what I mean? Listen, listen, I don't think you understand what I mean When I ask you to 'Walk Witt Me', I
band Girl don't ask me for no cash 'Cause I'm not dat other man Everybody trippin' 'cause I'm limpin' When I'm walkin' and I'm pimpin' when I'm talkin' I
Your Mouth Well Dats Where Imma Be I Don't Pop Trunk Wit Lights Dats Where Dey Choppa Be. Straight To The Hotel All Da Bad Chick Followin' Me I Know You Like My Style
Your Mouth Well Dats Where Imma Be I Don't Pop Trunk Wit Lights Dats Where Dey Choppa Be. Straight To The Hotel All Da Bad Chickins Followin' Me I Know You Like My Style, I
da) A la de da de (A la de da de) A la de da de da (A la de da de da) A la de da de (A la de da de) A la de da de da (A la de da de da, da, da) Yo, Doc
the vile polish politics by the way I'm higher than the Eiffel tower tip I like writing but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite ya shit
never dreamed But you slept and I witnessed it It's over your head it's way outta your grasp now You're outta weed outta cash outta gas and you're outta
I was your tires on your car I'd be like... If I was the bumper on your car I'd be like ahh fuck If I was a balloon I'd be like.... If I was Alyssa Milano
[Trick Daddy] We gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah.. Okay, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Ah hah,
