Treat me right on Treat me right on Woooooaaaahhhhh yeaahhh Woooooaaaahhhhh yeahhhh Woooooaaaahhhhh... Woooooaaaahhhhh yeaahhh Woooooaaaahhhhh yeahhhh Woooooaaaahhhhh yeahhhh Woooooaaaahhhhh Wooooooooaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! WOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! Treat me right on, Treat me right on, Treat me right on
Traduzione: Musica. Treat Me Right On.
alright alright Tell me when can I get it he say Tonight tonight tonight I want money on delivery hey That's right that's right that's right I say baby
You got me rockin you with my rhymes galore Now my rhymes won't stop, my rhymes won't quit Just give me the mic and I rock it On to the break of dawn
Lady Blue (Q)] I'm sorry, look what they done to me (oh) Left my love behind, to suit their fantasies I'm dying, why won't they just let me be (oh) I
aint got shit on me I got a grown woman's body you can plainly see With a don't grow on the pubic hairs with me But there's more to this than just pussy
it will take longer with too many mistakes Earth be on my back like don't depend on rap Son it ain't guaranteed so watch how much you spend on that And
J-Zone] Hey, you, get off my dick You don't know me but I must know your bitch People call my J-Zone, some call me Back Slap Bitch show loyalty like you
believe that, never will the Spawn come wack Never went to court, never had to serve trial Never went to jail, had no records on file Never direspect, never treat
junkies be But hold up now, you gon' pull your guns on me? Nah man, I'm a big kid with big dreams You gon' treat me like you know that I'm only sixteen
a band man? You played yourself Do me a favour, throw away my CDs, I don't want you stupid fans [Verse 3:] Girl please, don't treat me like you treat
heart is on fire Waiting for you to ask her to dance Go ahead, make your move...now's your chance [Passion] Do it right, do it right, we ain't got
how I'm movin if we had any beef Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin past me Duckin the NARCs, born
be scared to get down (get down) Now we're losing our heads Can't keep our feet from dancing Music's over our heads-- so come on, come on, come on.
mic upon they call me lyrical champion Me bigga me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya done Me read from Genesis unto Relevation Me nice and
