don't play the game They don't play the game They don't know Together they will learn so much Have you? Mm, they don't know how, oh they don't Hope
learn so much Have you? Ooh, they don't know how, oh, they don't Hope you learn how They don't know They don't know They don't know
game They don't know Together they will learn so much Have you? Mm, they don't know how, oh they don't Hope you learn how They don't know [rpt]
Traduzione: Simply Red. Non sanno.
ain't talkin' bout Bruffells nigga I ain't talkin' about Pringles, Doritos or Freedos nigga I'm talkin' about a bag of chips, oh you don't know what I
Fashion, it's cool and all but what about God? (Oh God, well he's the man, but what about reading?) What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention
an MC, gotta come to shop Learn the trade and then get paid to rock But if it ain't broke, don't fix it If it ain't dope, remix it If the MC's wack, tell
and check out what this is ("he ain't shit, you ain't shit, your momma ain't shit, ain't nobody shit") I can't see nuttin but victories MC's think they
like their perms wash dry and repeat But see not me, not that easy, I love new things, please believe me I don't front I just flaunt, I don't need I just
up in all them hollow nights Can't escape cause everywhere that I look People front, and it just ain't right [repeat] I said "Don't you know the powers
jeans be riding low Homies breakin they neck Just to see how far they go down down Shawty put it on me like a pro They say she got my head gone (yep)
s happened here, he's completely torn his entire apartment apart the smell is overpowering, a pungent odor, like rotten food or i don't know, possibly
me anyways You better return to the Terrordome, ain't nobody home Non-haters play the corner in the elevator Crash crews smack the open palm so you don't
and they know damn well they'll never come back again and if you do well don't be surprised when you find out they've been telling you lies and the freedom
love Before the rooster wakes they will simply turn into not not not Who was the apostate, who denied his Lord on this way? Hey, sorry I don't know I
ll sound like has-beens, and I ain't impressed I'm dying to bet, you feel as though I ain't the best Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct, they call me
