man, baby Who are you, baby, who are you Who are you, baby, who are you I'd really like to know about you, baby Who are you, baby Where are we going
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Traduzione: BB King. Who You Are.
rhymes are weak and unstable Compared to me you're just crumbs on the table You must think, before you even get soup I'll put you on the corner and sell you
When you talk about the system, all you say is "Rockin'! "Others hear the name, then scream out loud 'Cause they are known to move the crowd When you
GT; Times was hard for a superstar But don't nobody notice who you are We worked hard and stayed true to the game Kept faith, kept God and now you know
of 3rd B-A-S-S, Bass Success is butter for Serch's space Spoken slang gets played like the lottery Your lyrics are incorrect, so you step to me lookin
of intellect And every time you hear the voice the name you shall respect So yo, and let me tell you just how I live I gets you in the mood, make you
But they live in a [????] so tell me who's to blame You're livin with Lucifer, yo, you better cease It's all about peace [VERSE 3: Bret E.B.] In 1984
a suicidal success Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ My words strike you, and any motherfucker that likes you "It's coming, Seamus!" And that's how you strike back? You
(feat. The Soulsonic Force) No matter how hard you try, you can't stop this now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop this now Renegades of this
streets, the mental Look what you been through, you just escaped reality Now what ya into, is just a technicality Check it, deep inside of my head like T.V. The lifestyle I live so crooked you
but some say bizarre Thought I wouldn't make it, that I couldn't take it this far Sucker MC's, you know who you are I remember when I wanted to roll with
of way, hate it if you like But you can't stop us gettin' paid Unless you sabotage the stage, or drop us in a place we stand And then you have to worry
have to ask y'all Who be killin it, is it the ladies? Who be killin it, is it the fellas? Who be killin it, is it the b-boys? Who be killin it, is it
Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin What's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin I'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin You trickin, while