Imagine that) Make you trick on me around the world (Imagine that) Have you calling me your ultimate thrill (Imagine that) I got you whipped tell your niggas to chill [LL Cool
, make you leave ya girl (Imagine that) Make you trick on me around the world (Imagine that) Have you callin' me your ultimate thrill (Imagine that)
, here we go [LeShaun](LL Cool J) I'ma get you for your paper Make you leave you girl (Imagine that) Make you trick on me around the world (Imagine that
Traduzione: LL Cool J. Immagina che.
[2Pac] Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?) (Hahahahaha) Yeah (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?) Y'all supposed to be happy
(feat. CPO, Danny Boy, Syke) [2Pac] Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?) (Hahahahaha) Yeah (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)
It-Also Patiently waiting to pop, shake up the soda bottle Horizontal like a mail-order male whore that came forth Just to show you his pale horse Of course the ones that
Adam Walsh Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross Too far gone inside my art form Worshipping the ground that I walk on, that's cool But while you
way we pickin' up ??? of baileys and alazhay memories that make me happy yeah reminisce like Mary J it's all that real love in my blood that keep my lyrics
figured I'll give you a call see what's going on and how you been and all Everything is cool, just doing my thing next time I'm home I'll give you a ring
unseen, know what I'm saying? Still unseen, and since you still looking We're gonna bring it [Danja Mowf] Yo, the mistake that is made many times that
rhymes Every verse a scripture, spirits'll hit ya Start shakin like I'm earthquakin on the Richter Plus-sized beats completes the whole mixture Imagine that
have the mister Not havin' it, it's the mad sinister Dr. Evil with his bag of tricks for this little antagonist faggot dick-suckin' Ex-LL Cool J fan from
be sayin that to get you mad "I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad!" You know I just be sayin that to get you mad "He'll never make it, his
in a 10-6 with the vase up that look somethin like a nutta butta dutta dutta mami you'll be in saint tropez ridin jet skis and mopeds powderin like dope heads paparazzi snappin pictures they must thin you J
caine Rolling up L after L like cool J was on the back of my name So if its drama niggaz know where I live But I guarantee you'll pay some repercussions
Might be hard to see it The way that he disguise it But he not that real he aint no rider He might be cool but he aint me They aint J-E Uh-uh uh-uh uh
my pockets That maybe one day, my job won't need to clock in You can't knock it, no, I'm not ballin' But watch for that day, you'll see me shot callin
