[Intro] Whatchu got on? For real? Quit playin' You know I want it right here, right? You know what I'm tryin' to hear you say, right? You know, well
Whatchu got on? For real? Quit playin' You know I want it right here, right? You know what I'm tryin' to hear you say, right? You know, well, check this
Traduzione: Di seta. Ahh.
lyrical mace And if you don't know, y'all better recognize I'm coming through with speed, with pounds of weed Verse Two: B-Real Ahh shit, another one
Well I was cool and sitting by the phone and waiting for A ring with a female voice or a date or An invitation to a nightclub for some minglin But ahh
how I do it baby F jam Don't stop, body jerkers remix [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Yo... Son, yo check it Stay ladylike, get yours, fly perm, silk
, wo yeah all is dark - all of the light is vanished it is gone like something large hovering high has covered up the sun and something quiets the silken
One, two, Jurassic Crew What we bout to do, brothers have no clue Three, four, tear down the door And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
Yo Shameek, what we're doin now, man? Ahh - theme song for New York, man, we're tryin to find one How 'bout 'I want to be a part of it'? Bust how we'
my lines and pour the metaphor while the blind decline I'll swing while my sisters sing for the brother who's conducting thangs [Chorus] conducting thangs oh eh ahh
them cats you with Get your friends baby, jump in the Benz [P. Diddy] I got a judge named Donna, I call her Your Honor Whylin out with the gavel and the silk
I hit wit my spitfire bullets wit licks from my tongue, so watch me pull it (uhhh!) Take it to the hilt, I'm thick like quilt (yeah) Raw like silk
ahh" Down on your face, with your the gun to your -- Ladies in the club, they frontin' like -- My brothers in the club, we try'nna get "ahh" [Masta Killa
trees that harvest in the humble forest You fall flat like one-note chorus Hare vs. Tortoise... run nigga run America said that we like our young niggas dumb Ahh
Oh God, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "Ugh, I know what you mean, I feel all icky." Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton robe with the silk outer
plan to bang (Bombs over Baghdad) (Ahh, yeah) Don't even bang Unless you plan to hit something (Bombs over Baghdad) (Ahh, yeah) Don't pull the thang
me now I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh
I thought My hands like maverick started to wander Left and right then wound up behind her Face to face and chest to chest and ohh like a spindle of silk
