guy I think about you All I want is you All I need is you Oh babe Be mine And let all this obsession come true Oh babe Be mine Ohh wOhh ohhha?¦babyyy
Tradução: Static-x. Be Mine.
Is that right? Heh heh Nigga you gotta be kidding me What? Nigga give me a drink! Here nigga, here some Hennessy Man, them niggas can't be dying
I sellin my soul? Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality Jealous-ass bustaz [x2
: Baby, bounce to my rhythm, I be radiatin' static With toys in my attic, styles automatic I love'em Asiatic, Japanese and Puerto Rican Every time
for connecting Dissecting, interjecting, I'm collecting Fiends, the way it actually should be know to me Cause that's the way it has to be done for me Mine
ass 4x Keep my ears 2 da street heard thru da grapevine Him and dem niggas steady runnin with plottin on mine Get how a live yea I'm ready 4 da static
4x Keep my ears 2 da street heard thru da grapevine Him and dem niggas steady runnin wit plottin on mine Get how a live yea im ready 4 da static 50
Brandish your torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born Inbine your neighborhood to let me if you could Be a G or you claim to be let me know if you
that fuckin beach, with that what Nike sandal got em on my feet, hide behind tint be blowin sweet them hoes be on my dick be blowin up it be so neat dont
these rappers be scared to step an inch in my sector cuz i school that ass like a Princeton professor you approach your bars with hesitation I appraoch mine
beginning let it be like the record spinning As a child I stack 45's in a pile blow the dust off Put it on before I can walk Play static on my pop dukes
bass line strummin money is gettin hot but the lyrics keep, comin' feel like i'm trapped inside my mother's womb adrenaline's flowin, it's bound to be
possible cancer which has manifested In the mirror far right of his forehead About a world that could never be kind, never be kind Never be kind (x7)
together See I got wreck, wrapping things in check You got germs, worms, plus a lack of respect I'll be teachin, you couldn't handle A style like mine
Hold it to my grave I'd rather die than be a slave Slaves come as dope dealers Some come as addicts Some come to run while the others cause static [
You the tightest motha fucka let me find out When I pull mines out I could gaffle mr. keebler for all his chips ahoy out the chalk town house Give you static
