who?d be kind Kind to only me Love comes love shows I give my heart and no one knows That I do, it?s for you It?s for you, it?s for you It?s for you
Tradução: Three Dog Night. Es Por Ti.
Then I look at you And it's for you It's for you It's for you Love comes love shows I give my heart and no one knows That I do It's for you It's for you
for me) Rene (Cuz you've always been around) Sing it Ma (Thank you for loving me) This song right here is for you (I wanna thank you for holding me down
it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker) Get ya birds off, playground Yo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker) For all
shit I just don't believe it how can she concieve it? My fist, my wrist bitch, you need to Summer's Eve it Bitch yo' bush black you smell like--step
all out for it Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it As God is my witness, we got ditches for all you motherfuckin fake bitches It all boils down
gets real determined And one for the trouble, and two for the bass I take it to your face with this here lyrical mace And if you don't know, y'all better
Pump It Uh! Lick It, Dip It, Twist It, Turn It, Pump It Uh!, Yo Pump It Uh Uh! Lick It, Dip It, Twist It, Turn It, Stick It, Dunk It P-P-P-P-Pump It!
You motherfuckers are puttin your words together for nuttin [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady [Shady] What's the deal? [Missy] Won't you
aimin' for heaven But probably wind up down in hell Where upon this alter I will hang my guilt ridden head But it's time I'll take before I begin Three
do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get) So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get) I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get) So how hard
The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak Get down, I'll show you how C'mon girl, let me show you how Let's get freaky deaky now (*repeat
if you knowin but you growin and it's obviously showin, homie" (chorus 2x) watch where you fall down, watch where you fall down watch where you fall down, watch where you
night You can hear me drag my foot and scrape my butcher knife I can hear the owl as it trims a wicked tune You can hear the loons, the loons, the loons
it Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it And holding back all the mothers for a minute Pumping hard dog Erase enough to walk it down and
chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s classic 900-Hustler, you pass it around Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension
