on, yeah Girl, you know I turn you on I keep you smiling all night long With the things I'll do, I'll make it good for you Baby, can you feel me? You
Tradução: Somethin 'For the People. Usted.
you The only one I wanna touch (You) The only one I wanna love (You) Tell me that you feel the same (Only you) I love the way you scream my name (You, you) You
the shit seem weird But there's a question I prepared for you How could you fuck the only people who ever cared for you? A thug changes [Hook:] A thug
you Cuz even if you reppin like a man of skill You gon' still need a weapon when you layin a deal One for watch you slippin like you steppin banana pills
I run a record label and a crew of G's so niggaz'll come and look for you if you sneeze or even breathe the wrong way you better do what the song say
first class - sittin next to Vanna White [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3] Check, check - yo, I know somethin you don't know And I got somethin to tell ya You won't believe how many people
from Santa Claus [Marquis] Ho ho ho [Both] Through the fallin' snow Here comes Santa, with presents galore [Marquis] With somethin' for me [Kid Ice] And somethin' for you
People look at you a little strange You gain more foes as your lifestyle change' They want what you got, that's the dollars that you clock To you it'
all my motherfuckers [repeat 2X] [E.D.I.] Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to
, when thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac over Chorus] I shed tattooed tears for years for my dead homeboys and my prison peers Y'all ain't never heard my cries Now you wonder why would you
that hard s**t In case you don't know, I let my pump go Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like I ride for Geronimo Down to die, for everything I represent Meant
duck cops [Khadafi] In ninety-six my glock's my plastic, pa*sion for blastin bastards No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards Ya cowards ain't prepared for
they dreams For everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breather you breathe Every dollar I make you make I told
got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects
it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you. [Dramacydal] Now picture the scenery,