These are the hands of a demented circus clown Outside I'm laughing but inside I'm really wearing a frown I see you laughing at me But baby in my dreams
Traduzione: The Damned. Queste Mani.
that no one can name, who's to blame, who's to blame? chorus: well, don't you blink when I shake hands with you you don't know what these damn hands
through the town Suckas want fo' cuz I hit they block for a second round Lets who ride and buck these suckas down quick Pop in the clips and skips down these
boom and now may I presume? (yeah) Now about 3 o'clock I had to meet my crew I looked at my watch and then I noticed it was half past 2 I saw these two
a nigga got a gun in his hand for any man tryin' to mean mug, pull out my strap, then he ran Bam-damn did I get 'em, or did he get away cause now I gots
and Bag watch But then the Jag dropped What the fuck I'm supposed to do? Go out and snatch blocks? And hand out bricks, connect and politic like a Jew
nagger and every motherfucker's can got you on the control every where you fucking go motherfucker's Behind your back your hands behind your back a hands cuff in your motherfucking hands
People?s like word but there was one who caught my eye so I just had to get closer to her. She?s super-fly, yo, I must confess, thinkin? ?Damn, I need
editor Them boys be saying, Flip always be ahead of his competitors Cause these boys can't flow, these boys be saying I'ma come down And I'ma break these
hold you in my arms is all I've wanted. For years I've been out of good excuses I've been forced to settle in this skin These shaking hands will be my
bring it on if you little bustas want some Cover your dome because it's on once again And I'm a young playa that's known to win I got my street sense from these
looked like the pussy just winked at me They'll do anything for a tip Like table-top dance, or even grab your dick With my money in hand, lookin' for
niggaz Cuz, we in the same game I don't know why it's like that When I was growing up I remember bitches wouldn't fight back Now these hos push the game
self Nice at the summertime (Oh Yeah) The tricks come to spend a lot On these tricks off the knot That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks Damn! These
Gin and Mystic I'm 'bout to break off Captain-Save-A-Triznick Cause niggaz like you I can't stand my man Flossin' for a hoe, walkin' hand in hand And
When you get legal, I wanna be your man - and put 25 carrots on your hand And my niggaz agree, that you could be, (Who?) - Mrs. AMG Fine as you wanna be... DAMN