gimme a chance Gimme a chance, oh Why don't you open up your eyes? Just gimme a chance Gimme a chance, oh Why don't you say what's on your mind? Just gimme
everyday If you just gimme a chance Gimme a chance, ohh Why don't you open up your eyes? Just gimme a chance, gimme a chance, ohh Why don't you say what's
everyday if you just gimme a chance Gimme a chance, oh Why don't you open up your eyes? Just gimme a chance Gimme a chance, oh Why don't you say what's
Traduzione: Plain White T. Gimme A Chance.
t forget your chores, the wood needs a-cordin' And the cows need a-milkin', Alvin, Alvin" "Wait a minute, my name's not Alvin, that's not my life I'm
ain't surprisin' these motherfuckers still hatin', They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with, Different stages, way back in '88t, Bet a
plays till it stays stuck in your head For days and days Who would a thought standin' in this mirror Bleachin' my hair wit some peroxide Reachin' for a T
Her nod of her hips Move a rod of concipse Very flexible studys the yoga Charming snake play with the cobra Can't slow down bangled tiger Jump a fever
Got a message for Smokey Give it, you Smokey, man? Give it If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message Motherfucker, I said gimme the message} {It's
is your kilo's and your hoes, And what a bomb I'm gonna drop on them kilos, Ain't that a trip? and don't be sellin' nigga, and ain't hittin' on shit
:01 Trk 15 Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White) Unknown personnel Recorded: 1963 Memphis, Tennessee (A spoken track by Bukka White) Transcriber
t forget your chores. The wood needs a-cordin and the cows need a-milkin'. Alvin, Alvin..." Wait a minute! My name's not Alvin! That's not my life. I'
) So take it easy, let's dance [Mike] It ain't surprisin, these motherfuckers still hatin They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with
turf, punk? Got a message for Smokey. Give it. You Smokey, man? Give it! If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message Motherfucker, I said gimme
cool to go back Gimme the mic Show me where the fuckin studio's at When i was underground No one gave a fuck i was white No lables wanted to sign
cats can't play with us, it's not a ga-a-a-a-ame [Chorus - last two lines] [RZA] Roll up the Winchester, pull my whites, that's the poindexter Tell
