you People Starin' at me Try to Take you away There's no Time to delay We've got to live for today I've got So much to give There is So much to say Night
People starin' at me Try to take you away There's no time to delay We've got to live for today I've got so much to give And there is so much to say
Traduzione: Chicago. So Much To Say So Much To Give.
People Starin' at me Try to Take you away There's no Time to delay We've got to live for today I've got So much to give There is So much to say Night
Suave House, gettin paid for the diz-ounds, worth millions cuz we all about our piz-ounds, so how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!, get rowdy, get bout
to mix this cake batter And I travel with feel, so I can with touch It's like that, thank you very much, fuck you very much! [Chorus] (Yes, yes it is
the hustle back crackin' Now you can tell the story to your friends back home Back home they missin' "back" cuz a nigga been gone So long,to all the homies
brew, a drink a day'll keep the stink away We been through AA, but hey, what can I say? Say say say, what you want, but you'll pay the con-se-quences
's enough of that I'm like an indian giver, yo, give me that back Comin again hip-pop-pop-pop bring it back selector We be the thoroughbred, so use your
don't give a fuck what side you from Just keep on hollering out Chi!!! In the summer, winter, fall, or spring I love it when my bitches and my ballers sing Chorus: say
Soul (tell em son) I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga So when I ran a phrase
to get the girl with not much to say Might be a criminal Might be a playa Might be someone that my mama did not say-a Give me more paper cause I'm on
[Mos] Sometimes, you gotta be direct with the people, y'know like.. [T.K] Give it to 'em (c'mon) [Mos] Yo! [T.K] Give it to 'em [Mos] GET, UP, NOW! [
wearing I found out why rappers look at me jealous and keep staring Comparing me to themselves from a distance when I walk offstage Your record label, your group, and your fanbase giving me a standing ovation In the Chicago
thought you was nice In comes the rude boy that they call Phife Since the year '89, I've been around the world twice And I everywhere, I go they say the same shit: (that kid is nice) Gotta give
