heard Yeah? Stay up, stay on She throws out the little cut-downs Don't it seem absurd Yay ahhh? Stay up, stay on Stay up, stay on Stay up, stay on Stay on, on, on
to have heard, yeah Stay up, stay on She throws out The little cut-downs Don't it seem absurd? Yeah Stay up, stay on Stay up, stay on Stay up, stay on Stay on, on
Traduzione: Sugar Ray. Il soggiorno.
the night time And we can keep on grindin' 'till the sun shine I keep a lock on your mind 'till lunch time And I'm Sugar Ray Richardson in crunch time
My people! Yeah! The foundation of the United States Rests on the sweat of my people Every enemy of the USA Has had to face my people on the front lines
brightly Just for you and me For ever and ever babe Is that what it takes? For ever and ever babe Is that when it stays for you and me? With every ray of sunshine sugar
Late again returning from commercial - I told you Doom! Early, he's on B.P.T. Catch him on public access free TV And we're back, live on the air with
holding down the control room Late again returning from commercial - I told you Doom! Early, he's on B.P.T. Catch him on public access free TV And we're back, live on
show that I know how to burn So I do it and keep on doin and don't lose it And if you want, you can take away the music Suckers on my jock got me itchin
get wet like perry-ay Better hope theres a ambulance on the way OK if you wanna fight just say We uppercut MC's like sugar Ray Hot like Cairo, hot like
that's how that shit goes (Aight) But from the nine on I'ma let you know Yo, I'm gettin money [VERSE 3: Sugar Ray] They say that m-o-n-e-y's the root
me Sugar Ray, the way I dance on you lames My right hand'll sting you and ding you, leave stamps on your brain I got, out of state of niggaz that'll kill
hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw Hear them say "You want some more?" Livin' on a see-saw [CHORUS
nine milla Reign, pop a top like champagne Stay claim, thirty thirty cop a kid, in Ro' Range It's all real, ain't nuthin sugar about the steel will Amuse
Called Malik Isaac Taylor to Walt and Cheryl Grew up bein a sports fanatic, wantin to box for gold medals Influenced by the likes of Ali and Sugar Ray
Hopin' that you challenger talk trash You get dropped fast, baby we rock last You on the undercard stuck, runnin' without gas I stick jabs in ya abs and stay
crowded we run up in it The greedy hogs! No holds barred to the finish, spit squad leutinent Burg Flem the rap Sugar Ray Leonard Round for round, ??,
