thrill me Don't you know that I will be Callin? on you everyday Till I get my way Till I get my way Till I get my way Till I get my way
Traduzione: The Black Keys. Till I Get My Way.
clutchin' they toes Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond
no more I hear your bullshit I play mat at door I'm not a category I aint there wit ya'll I got a positive vibe but i ain't scared of ya'll Git the kid
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a
know I'll be rockin my watches G's keep knockin they know I'll be shootin to spot 'em the boyz n da hood strictly distribute the product my niggas get slizzard I
did I mention I have 30 henchmen Up in my infantry since infants And that's how we get down, get down, get down my brother If hip hop's dead then close
got hype and dash, because I'm out to get sum type of cash Ayo I wanna see my cash flow Instead u gotta last yo, I watch my halves grow so I can stash
in the jet shot sugar dogg pound, Can make it with my homie , Get you bleed in oaktown, cause i got sick with it, and they dont know why, cause i get
' black shit wit dents Test her aim, we'll be speaking your name in past tense Dress have you stressed till all black the scheme Chest poor formation when I'm wit my
be no jacket Consider that chocolate, mixed with that tie Wind be on my neck the beach caress my thighs now I hope he's high Ready to get my groove on so I
t stop until I made a million I see ya mama pop 'em papa maybe Black sheep on my throne, I hold in my groan Sometimes I feel like waitin 'till their
ok ok Now everyday is a pimpin day so... I slide on my 'llac with black alligators Feather in my hat wit a 3 piece tux Ice in my grill plus my rollie
before I know you love it when I ride D's and vogues I know the junkie love it when I cook keys and o's I'm a freak so you know I stay pleasing woes I
all use to call hey lil fat daddy and I'm still fat now I'm pushin a pretty ass fat caddy I ain't livin lavvy shit I had to hustle to stack this mil
some of these suckers lost Never had close encounters with the streets or the cops My watch and my batteries, my rims and my tyres My [?] regulator, starter and my
T.I.] From my arrival, un-til my departure Gurantee I put this d-i-c-k in somebody's daughter Ay, I still have my way with the ladies way cross the water