hold Put it on hold, put it on hold because you... Melt my heart, why don't you Melt my heart Melt my heart, tranquillo Melt my heart Tranquillo, I
me I hate Officer Friendly, my charges still pending It's me against the world, confessions to my girl Ghetto pussy's quite tempting forgive me for gimping I'm not Simon
ass way wicked with the game now I got you sitting there tripping off the shit that I said you want to take my place and you wish I was dead steadily pray for my
all true Simon Says you can grab the hat, sink and fall through [Black Ty] "Somebody?s sleeping in my bed, getting my head Now his broad is on the stroll getting my
to meet the baddest motherfucker in town (right on, right on, right on)" [Grand Puba] Who is it? Well its Grand Puba honey (I like it) With my man Stud
can be the star in my spotlight Studio 54 if we get the props right All we need right now is a little bit, a little bit of act right Y'all looking shy
Quevole, who's this por el otro lado Then heard the horn of my homie's El Dorado I broke, I got in the raffla So now we take a little vuelta I almost
I get my sinister shot glock, on to your face you gonna cry you gonna cry simon you gonna holusinate and lil Rob with your chingo "Simon Simon" you sound
nothin' gonna stop it now Doce diez y ocho Got it all up in the pocket, now With more tricks Up my sleeve Than I need On my temper, you can the steam from my
t know that their blood is gonna be dripping If they roll through my barrio man Don't fuck around with the crazy fucking vato down for the town Oh down for the town
city man I got more homeboys than you could ever imagine To all you little shit talkin putos I'm not havin About not being down for the town A crazy little
I still seem to have fun They call me stuborn cuz I won't pull my pants up for no one My ranfla's getting hot, it's time to rest my ride So what are we
a little closer So that Lil' Rob can hold ya As I drop a little taste for my race Oh yes, she left the marks of her lips on my face Simon we're rolling
in the fast lane So tell me what's wrong with smoking a little bit of Mary Jane And when I fight I fight mano a mano Por que simon I'm a down ass Chicano
best Not just another night on the town It doesn't brown ?? Chicano, were proud and be brown Tonight were crusin' in your lowrider Let down the back and put the front a little
my song go Look up in the sky, it's a bird it's a plane No, it's Lil' Rob flying high, stimulating my brain Assimilate the fame, accumulate my feria Make
get a piece of the pie Take a look around Take a look around Take a look around as more young people take their eyes off the prize See my man Simon
her shit, running like nobody's business, coz Larry's little head is full of thoughts of sickness, and all he wants to do, is grab little Annie and screw