I want to with you Girl, I want to with you Put a little ring, third finger, left hand Stay with somebody Who will love and understand Girl, I want
Traduzione: David Ball. I Want To With You.
a liar If I don't kill you later, I'm a kill you manana You don't want no problems You don't want no drama Nigga I'm a take a trip with your baby momma
comes with the job Cause everytime I rock a rhyme that shows Jamar is intellectual Girls want to get sexual Well I guess I have to cope with being so dope You want
there left for me to do This the dedication from me to you The south, I know you gonna see me through So until I die, I wanna be with you You're everything
with the DJ doing the needle rub Chances are you'll never see me son yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub [*beat switches
your diet- they say you are what you eat There's a lot of stuff I almost ate but couldn't afford to dine And I thank God that I chose not A man is wisest
how you pop it and drop it You know I love when you work that, you get dick Get it crunk it's a kinky thing Baby gul' let me see you fold up your legs
' I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin' You think I'm jokin, I'm not I'll go to war for my niggaz Unless I die, I'll testify I'd go to court for my niggaz
some lovin' You'll find it here with me If you're lookin' to be lonely I won't be of any help If you want someone who'll leave you You better look to
slowly to dust Psycho NIP, mad scientist, I'll crush up them bones Cuz I'll catch you, I'll keep you, I'll kill you in the Psych Ward [Chorus] (Big
right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"} Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know like when the cops come, you never hide
what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (
I hear you talkin hater but you ain't sayin nothin I hear you talkin hater but you ain't sayin nothin I hear you talkin hater but you ain't sayin nothin
tall In these days of Revelation, ain't nobody could ball Hand writings on the Project walls written in Hebrew With hand made Desert Eagle, I kill evil
tall In these days of revelations, ain't nobody could ball Hand writings on the project walls, written in Hebrew With hand made Desert Eagles, I kill
you heard, I'm the shit in Memphis, Tennessee I'm coming hard, that's the only way I know to do it I only flash down when I no I longer shoot it [Chorus
and I'll come with that new shit Just call if you love revolutions Call on this sub level nuisance Ball you could bloody well lose it Come on call if you run with
