that good shit in your ear, now, let me blow your mind Let your bones crack, your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box
Traduzione: Eva. Let Me Blow Your Mind.
all fours I'm ridin that horse Screamin WOO HA! till my voice is lost Call me 50 call me daddy you can call me the boss My dick XXL you can call me The
signed my deal [Verse 4 - Prodigy] Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that bitch up You better fire proof your crib, I'll blow that shit up
, Lift your head up and blow your brains out, Lift your head up high and blow your brains out, Lift your head up high and blow your brains out, Lift your
my dick and afraid the doctor gonna laugh at me I'm just playin, peeranoia fucks with the mind This hook is stuck in my cheek Let me pull it out for real
good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind [Eve] They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy(?) Shank up, haters wanna come after me You aint a ganster
we believe in this theavin' This heevin' this eve of distruction behind us Let this love intertwined us and find us Out of this bind plus Peace your highness Ease your mind
blame Don't get caught up in your Range Rover, pullin over On the Westside highway shoulder, nigga I'll blow ya like a windshield, leave yo' mind on the
They say I changed, I'm still the same It's about time, I got my chance to shine Droppin' advanced lines, designed, to enhance your mind Most of
dirty) Blow minds like Eve, cuz I don't care I run up on you like {snippit of Eve's "Let Me Blow Ya Mind"} You got to understand Dawg, I'm like Fatman
But I know that if he knew you He would understand you Know that your my man and He would never hurt me no Let me come and see you So that we can be alone
ride around vest Know check it, they wont to cuff me trying to scuff me up I'm like Rocky they cant stop me Because it feels like October 30th Halloween eve
back like a TEC-9 I bust rhymes off, I let my mind shine Intellect orbits morbid, rhymes antifinite Scrabble minds like Milton Bradley everytime that I write Your
comin to town like Santa (jingle bells) Play the Isley Brothers, let's take it to the streets Me and my peeps, we go way back like car seats I'm rappin up fresh while, your
roughness Now watch it come around in an amazing large abundance Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow fiend Live nigga shit that'll rebuild your
blow To those that already know ? my foes I celebrate with a 3-by-3 ounces of mochaccino (Yeah yeah) If you're for me ? don't even call me a hero I'm
me T-Pain had a hit singin' karaoke And then 50 looked crazy on the cover of GQ He put his movie out, and yeah Usher did too But keep your mind on your music cuz your
