and wonder Who's there Who's there Fond of a night out in California It's late an interruption in space You smile could there be someone out there Suddenly
Little nervous mens co-ordinance Point at the moon And the children gather and wonder Who's there Who's there Who's there Who's there Who's there
Traduzione: Smash Mouth. Chi ci.
wonder Who's there Who's there Fond of a night out in California It's late an interruption in space You smile could there be someone out there Suddenly
mic kills Dream majic, I write I'll You sleep past the night thrill I smash thugs with frosty mugs, there's your rice grill Your mind has more poker dots
up The type of chick that won?t flip and get it all fucked up (yeah) A woman that?s independent who can handle her bizz A hip-hop fan who knows who Gang
these niggas have it (Daz) ?? back home, ??? for shit, c'mon Pick a couple of these niggas off, choke and it's on Nine millimeter tec's and big heaters
J-Ro yeah! Just let me know the time and I'll be there" I said, "I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and
game on smash Alumni, I put the whole name on smash After this, they gon' wanna lace me plenty Who's your man, cause they can't make a JC Penney Who's
kidnappin me And they would've snatched me If their craft didn't get trapped in the Earth's gravity Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer's field And that's
Welcome to 2011 where everybody's the realest Everyone who a midget, sya they do it the biggest Every part of ya business is everybody business Got my name all in your mouth
where everybody's the realest Everyone who a midget, sya they do it the biggest Every part of ya business is everybody business Got my name all in your mouth
Niggaz gotta betta plan Help that thang ain't bust fo the cheddar man Who's got the betta hand, I do so I'm pullin' the trigga My mouth is big, but my
be tryin to hit it daily It's obvious, why you don't kick it, bitches steady hatin All these hoes keep yo name in they mouth like dick And urbody sayin who
wanna do is put my hands on some Benjis Drink Remy Martin until it's empty Slap twenty-twos on the Bentley It's niggas like you who been tryin' for centuries
'm 'bout to catch you out there. . . and chopyourmotherphukkinheadoff!!!" Who's the jester? Under pressure? Not me! I hate emcees a lot, flee Escape, I'll tape your mouth
