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Tradução: Mente en una caja. Lo que solía ser.
guy a wonder which bank we hijack And a we the voluptuous girls a smile at Any bwoy nuh like dat, him gone pon ice box We can be dangerous like how the
put you in a box like its Hollywood Squares [Chorus: Fabolous] You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha Back atcha
the trunk After the first 48 that bitch smelling like a skunk Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the punk Dont be any game mind you on tellin rap the bunks
school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- Grand Puba Nuttin like the old school "What more
Yea, what about the grammys and the bubbly, What about all my fans that be lovin me, I Used to chill in them spots where the trouble be But never ended
a rhyme one word at a time You never, heard of a mind as perverted as mine You better, get rid of that nine, it aint gonna help What good's it gonna do against a
go I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart What it meant to me, will eventually, be a memory, of a time when I tried so H
all, shit We never kicked it at all We never pitched or kicked at a ball dog, you never taught me shit how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat none of that
prison What a high When you open your mind for the very first time A real surprise I started living outside of the box Crossing over lines where I always used
all the remnants can be mind I guess there'll be no happy endings When once upon is doing time There's a different kind of meaning now To living on a
's funny! Oh, hang on... Wanna be free babe, wanna be free I made up my mind, that's where I wanna be That's all I wanna do, to be free, to be free To
the ground rollie flush, princess cuts, and large rounds the crews up, findin time to shine rocks it's real, you violate, be in a pine box if it go there
into a million bits Now all he seems to do is stare and sit Painting pictures of a life that he'll never find Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds There's a
was bustin' a flow I used to go by the name of emcee Snow The music was a way to escape my pain In the box was Rah Kim or maybe Big Daddy Kane As the
tomorrow for what You do today Though your vision may be bleary And your eyes that see may be weary - but You will pay tomorrow for what You do today On your mind
