No such place has help But in your dreams Climb out of your well Protect me Protect me Angel, what is possessing me Feeling, making me weak Falling
Traduzione: James. Protect Me.
relaxin' in penthouse suites with seven hos at my feet To dress me, caress me, to lead me, to guide me Protect me in, perfect be in love, don't stress me
we're all about our cash, luxury livin and hoes love it Havin money by the ton, Rolex and Bossalini A nuchi give Versace cologne, now wanna see me at
faced it Hey revamp the swing to parlay How black power went sour, where's Brother Jay? Where's the 'pink Cadillacs protected by' whoever? The red and the black, green, Hilfiger nigga Indians wanna protect
Stop Your Breath It Won't Let You Age Disrespect Me Expect Me To Protect Me And Catch A Case Adress Me As Leather Face Jesse Smith And Wesson James Not
of James Brown... Home of Ray Charles... Home of Little Richard, home of Outkast, home of Goodie Mob, home of Camoflauge, home of me One time for 'Jo
bad, when I'm talking that negative shit Here we go homie, whip game no doubt 36 going in, 78 coming out Microwave hot, doing three at a time Don't believe me
Mc's tried to hang but its a Brooklyn thang poison slang, poison fang poison pen let me begin, tryin to rhyme up in my cipher is gambilin freestylin me
ahead of me Getting cheddar instead of the probably better pedigree With nicknames, sick games as Rick James Messy games, sci-fi such as Jesse James
nigga what's crackin? Some play too big, Nigga what's the actin? I start callin out names And commence to rob yo ass like Jess James Me and Tha Chill
you're just like me. with the rhyme and a beat, I'm a climb til my feet, anytime of the week, everytime I defeat the weak, see y'all creep with me, I'
smash Alright all night Flashlight nobody on that bullshit Keepin it tight ya heard me a Menace II Society But right now I'm on some who wanna get high with me
Kiss has got me feeling sallow and unsure Of what would be worse I wish that I'd had more time with you Must go on without me How capitally unfair We
pops, you know, and this white boy stops me, talking 'bout, he be in the National Socialist something or other, trying to sell me a paper and, give me
