if you want the answers If you want the answers Don't ask me If you want the answers If you want the answers Don't ask me I got feelings but they don't
Traduzione: Joe Jackson. Non chiedetemi.
kiss then I won't tell [Repeat] Kiss me, oh, hold me, I say squeeze me, oh squeeze me, whoa Kiss me, oh, hold me, I say squeeze me, whoa, kiss me [Rap
winter Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me Been in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled Kept me
Twelve dimes but it doesn't ease the pain Suggestion, (ah, excuse me Mr. Crump can we ask you some questions) Don't ask me no questions [Chorus x2] [
x4] 1,2,3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off [Verse 2 - Chevy P aka Smoke] I swear to God you never heard me spit it this way I'm warnin
feed my family nigga I ain't no threat I can't rap I'm from Compton remember You gotta be out your motherfuckin mind Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype Hear that Mike? And don't be alarmed, this is not a diss But missusing my logo kinda got me pissed
me a whole lotta crack for decent shelter and clothes on my back? Or should I just wait for help from Bush or Jesse Jackson, and operation Push If you ask me
invisible I keep it chemical, but never subliminal The force centrifugal and spiritual You got static? Get grounded, 'cause I've mastered electrical Mostly mental, but don't
Til I met this pretty little missile that shot me out the sky (oh shot me out the sky) Hey! Til I'ma crash it, I don't know how it happened But I know
flyin' high) Til I met this pretty little missile that shot me out the sky (Oh shot me out the sky) Hey, now I'm crashing, don't know how it happened
high, flyin' high) Til I met this pretty little missile that shot me out the sky (Oh shot me out the sky) Hey, now I'm crashing, don't know how it happened
you want to pump it [Kool Keith] I got a summons, my clothes is off, I'm butt-naked in a discotechque, don't tell me ladies can't take it Just to have
us It's ruckus, water bed half the niggas can't touch us Seen it happen to the best, clap to their death I tell you no lies, you ask me, no questions
the team, to me So don't, make a move if you don't ask me I'm, casually known, halfly blown In Miami, cause now Uncle Wise came home Jello, copped me
Red Gone Wild with no backin Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson Foreign bitches feelin me for my accent Talk like a boss, I can't complain When
Xzibit] Yo, yo, this is dedicated to the niggaz that be hatin me But never can face me, because they scared for their own safety Replace me? Mr. X to