you wrote I'd come on over but I haven't got a raincoat Have we got contact, you and me? Have we got touchdown Can't we be? I've got contacts in my
Traduzione: Pungiglione. Contattaci.
corner of ya' local Seven-11 wit black hoody Black backpack attached to me Which is equipped with a grip dual strapped black pad for an attack Swing blades the size of a sting
could play me closely Intercontinentally doves, I'm makin love to 'em, mentally above Brought the right, some might say I came to rock a chamber, banger, Killa Bee stinger
use this power for good I wouldn't, not even if I could [Dr. Dre] From the hood and I'm a hornet And I'ma only sting when I'm cornered [Eminem] And
back I got it from the older folks sittin in the living room everybody had cups stylistic song boom but then came Darryl Mack lightin' all the reefer up baby caught a contact
mics like a savage And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos Transactions, C-notes for the kilos 'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey Puttin' a sting, on
the heat... Aiyyo, your fucking with the wrong cat Who got the bomb rap lookin like a long gat Sippin on Congac and Banjo - we on that Feelin no contact
on, I would If I could only use this power for good I wouldn'tnot even if I could From the hood and I'm a hornet And I'ma only sting when I'm cornered
will curse back I got it from the older folks sittin' in the living room Everybody had cups stylistic song boom But then came Darryl Mack, lightin' all the reefer up Baby, caught a contact
No windows, no doors, how'd I get in? There's no way out once you've come in It's so clear, so cold, you're body stings You start to get up as a bell
lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos, transactions, C-notes for the kilos 'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey, puttin' a sting
, por savor Bring the heat Aiyyo, your fucking with the wrong cat Who got the bomb rap lookin' like a long gat Sippin' on Congac and Banjo, we on that Feelin' no contact
belly Left my spirit home in a shoebox in case I die Got a rugged smoke green halo floatin' inches off the swamp Had that phase when the devil tree contacts
Mix it with mine, with yours if the othordox ways crime ingnorance tricks the men sting again like porcupine skin complexion won't give direction hail
Written by sting & stewart copeland Wake up Make up Bring it up Shake up Stand by Don't cry Watching while the world dies Big car Movie star Hot tip
