Tradução: Bandas sonoras (pistas) soundtrack. Volver a la escuela [los Four Tops].
their whole life through And never find the love I've found in you. And when I speak of you I see envy in other men's eyes, And I'm well aware of what
(B. Holland/L. Dozier/E. Holland, Jr.) Sugarpie honeybunch, You know that I love you. I can't help myself. I love you and nobody else. In and out my
(Lambert and Potte) (Ain't no woman like the one I've got) (Ain't no woman like the one I've got) (Ain't no woman like the one I've got) Every day
Now if you feel that you can't go on (can't go on) Because all of your hope is gone (all your hope is gone) And your life is filled with much confusion
Standing in the shadows of love Waitin' for the heartaches to come Can't you see me standing in the shadows of love I getting ready for the heartaches
(Smokey Robinson/Frank Wilson) [Spoken:] Walk with me Take my hand Ooooh, oooh oooh Ooohh, oooh oooh (Still water) (Still water) [Wordless background
She used to be Everything to me When she was my girl, ummm-humm (My girl) When she was my girl I held her near Told her how much I cared When she was
(Brian Holland/Lamont Dozier/Edward Holland, Jr.) You're sweet as a honey bee But like a honey bee stings You've gone and left my heart in pain All
You're sweet like a honeybee But like a honeybee stings you've gone And left my heart in pain And all you left is our favorite song The one we danced
cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired of small time livin, ni**az tellin me no I got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's
No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache? And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy
like the way that the money's drippin Up off the lips, word hustler World wide, all the way to Cali Clear to the other side (other side) Daddies havin
Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block You dig me - movin in tops
day Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures So many niggaz, stacked upon each other It's the black upon each other
the cops keep circlin', niggas murderin' I ain't never saw 'em before, tonight we twurkin' 'em Niggas wearin' masks like glasses Niggas got on tank tops
't stop me now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now [RZA] The greatest B-Boy of all time, started from small crimes While others had big tops
To hell with cool, I'm G'in' 'em loud Other people at the hotel gets no rest 'Cause Mixalots bumpin' them headrests She got booty for days Other brothers
