, who do you love? Do you, who do, do you love? Ah, who do you love? Do you, who do, do you love? Who do you l-l-love? Do you, who do, do you love? And
Tradução: Escape Club. Who Do You Love.
And somewhere in the world somebody bout to start a hearse Tell me who inside it, who son is that And how he get there now tell me who gun was that I
clock keeps tickin' Love could have your heart beat skippin', thugs turn to religion The bitch you love could start to hate you, the shit you use to do escape you Things that make you
I walked in with an evil grin Proceded walkin over to the bar and there you are (and there you are) I had to ask who you were where you been, then look you
is love, everybody say God is love Come on, ya'll say God is love God is love, love, God is love, love [U-God:] Gotta change my ways, my mother warned
over you, babe so play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate so play this shit while you contemplate so play this shit while you contemplate Who
You do this right, you might have the time of ya life Dom Kennedy: Comin from the westside but my fitted say Sox Where you get banged on if you in it
the club gets played The things you crave are no longer escapes And no longing for dates You want a husband, but no one has a cape Now you wondering
in this together My album was raw, because no one would ever Think like I think, or do what I do I stole the show, then I leave without a clue Whatta you
verse And somewhere in the world somebody bout to start a hearse Tell me who inside it, who son is that And how he get there now tell me who gun was
love, not tryin' to make you mine I just think that we can have some fun I really want to go and I really want you to come What do you say, don't you
the city if I were you Do what you gotta do But while you wave them flags, remember Amado, Diallo Here's what we gotta do, follow I'll put hip-hop in
, out the city if I were you Do what you gotta do But while you wave them flags, remember Amadou Diallo Here's what we gotta do, follow I'll put hip-hop
! What you non juggalos gonna do? We know you see us, a gang of painted faces comin through You gonna run, you gonna hide You gonna try to say that you
me does it get me, yes it does Feels lovely Pink or brown without even with fuzz They love me All up on me off up in the club Addicted Gotta get her
gettin' loose Nigga, before you get sprain wit some hot shit While you run, I pop shit, yo ghetto ain't no harder than mine Fuck that block shit, you
