I see that look on your face Come on [Chorus: Ginuwine] I think they feel the pressure [x4] I know they feel the pressure [x4] Nowww! [Verse 1: Belly
time I see that look on your face Come on [Chorus: Ginuwine] I think they feel the pressure [x4] I know they feel the pressure [x4] Nowww! [Verse 1: Belly
Traduzione: Pancia. Pressione.
(Always writing... always revising) Shorty feels the pressure on his shoulders as he's liftin it Wonders why the elders always tell him not to question
man I be rollin on dem corners no Range no necklace man Range Rover no rims left they neck in da pain & Put the silencer on the tip professional man Pressure
how it feel not to be able to sleep I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat I kept the pressure on him, now, I'm Universal Now he played
if you test mine You won't be coming back again like Sinbad's sitcom I think they wanna battle You blew up like Roseanne's belly Your style's too old
a little apocalypse It comes, now do you have time for this? A 3-tone carpet and a Jackie Chan spear Lookin' at a hairdo and a belly full of beer Well
Doe] For the record Im'a bring the unexpected Neglected shit that'll makes your moms wanna Go out and select 'n check it The other day I heard pressure
Yea, Oh Yea Trin' Bein I've Got Ya Yea I'm On That Syzurp my Ya Off Tha HOOK Hey! Heyyy! Go by the name of Weezie F. AnD, I'M WALKING out the belly
I'm more the type to plan it So please take a seat if you really can't stand it Got success in my pocket and these rappers in a panic But Belly told me
don't need to know her name She breathed her last on the cold stone floor of a Hollywood arcade But fate's right hand isn't always just Puts a lot of pressure
To kill these moments before you race to face the day You sleep on the train, you get hypnotised by the morning rain As the caffeine in your belly wears
the grindstone. I did everything I was told. I rubbed elbows with the elite But I still feel so empty. His parents divorced over Mother's parturient belly
shit and dump Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure
ahead and kill a case living in a killer state maybe thats a good excuse see me taking shots at the bar like i'm bullet proof now my belly full of juice
That term's done fucka, what up whatever You bird's is food I'm about to pluck some feathers, I'm young and clever, Plus, clutch under pressure, yup!
virgin [Kardinal Offishall] Yo, all naughty walk to a pumpkin belly Jah lead enough niggas trying to buy Pelle Pelle With no food a in your belly Crip