Don't make a sound, as I call out I know that's not what's love about Don't make a sound Don't make a sound Don't make a sound So this is how it always
Traduzione: Come. Non fare un suono.
you move and make that sound Oooh ahhh oooh ohh ayyy ayyyyyy Now just like that girl ya got me goin' Please don't stop girl keep on strokin' Girl you make love like
a dick with ya lip but that still don't make your mouth.. Wiiide enough or big enough to dis the shit done got me piss some nga from New Jersey, the T
Verse 1: E A Ski] And it don't stop, and it don't quit And it don't stop, hell yeah And it don't quit, and it don't stop Fool we don't quit You've entered
to [Chorus:] We blast if we have to nigga Don't make me have to Squeeze this motherfuckin millimetre And it don't stop I blast if I have to nigga Don't make
white out, I'm a blow wit ya team Put it up in smoke, when the album wrote Cadillac on spokes and it ain't a fuckin' joke Ain't no laughin', straight
and (P. Diddy)] You wanna what, you don't want a chick like me you wanna slut Take in the cut, let you put it in my but 'Til you, bust a nut on my com
hot, It feels like just another day, It feels like just... I don't mean to sound paranoid, But the cop on the corner has a look that I can't avoid, That I can't
be your clown, And I can't keep my food down, When I call, you won't hear a sound
style is so cold I glow like old guys who go bald My flow got no front in the vocal Your flow got no button its so old I don't mean to sound like a showboat
to make you happy [Chorus:] (Sunny days) nope don't have em no more what you on the phone for don't cal me no more (Sunny days) Na so don't agonize me I can't
were either broke or the prison chains I can't do it I can't see it, look Damnit, I can't blow it I got a judge tellin me my lifes key They will throw
ll never make it in a motown suit You can't be a lover without rhythm Don't blow your horn if you ain't true No point in playing Valentino He's a sham
hot you know It's like a roller coaster On a downward motion On a one way street We can't control our feet We're on the road to ruin Don't know what
re up to here with moonin' and junin' If you want to sound sincere - Don't rely on Crosby's croonin' - Take a little time Make up your own rhyme Don't
so hot you know It's like a roller coaster On a downward motion On a one way street We can't control our feet We're on the road to ruin Don't know what