yes I do so tell me how about you So please just tell me something good you got it and Why am I so misunderstood cuz I wanna know this Come on baby and race me
do, so tell me how about you So please, just tell me something good you got it And why am I so misunderstood 'Cause I wanna know this Come on baby and race me
I do so tell me how about you So please just tell me something good you got it and Why am I so misunderstood cuz I wanna know this Come on baby and race me
Traduzione: The Rocket Summer. Tell Me Something Good.
i like saturdays and the rocket summer. blue skies and the morning's air. i like you, you like me. there's something wrong with this picture. let's turn
I like saturdays and the rocket summer blue skies and the morning's air i like you, you like me there's something wrong with this picture let's turn
I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive I'm deep like d-cell with my Crimson Tide, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good
know this nigga aint kiddin? Think harder, Freeway L.Pridgen Shit you used to tell me make me wanna work harder At gettin? crack spots sent me to prison
for quite some time Not everybody enjoys a good rhyme I couldn't care less for anyone else Put a rhyme on a tape and listen to it myself If something
V.A.'s where they found me This Mr. Cheeks I keep freaks around me L.B. Fam surround me in case something pops off Heat up in the winter in the summer
re-route ya, you want that good-good? Then stay course, I'm a dial up, what you need me for? Haters always find something to hate on as my album find something
keep ya coat on When I, proceed to, rock a party In the summer, somethin equivalent to a Mardi, Gras Bikinis, panties, (bras) Take off the wrapper, bite
cross, yo it's something to see R-B, Kid Capri niggas runnin wit me Twenty karats on the wrist ain't nuttin to me Do you know good frontin to me, nigga
"Dear El-Pee, How's your summer been? Mine's been fine. I heard you had a real good time at camp. Oh, yeah, I talked Len, he said everything's cool.
s so fired it made your nose bleed I had me so high, my brain was fried movin at slow speed This thick bitch chose me and was stickin like liquor She
zeroes Nobody rocking like this 60 years old The hard johns and the walleys something caught me I'm telling you what Wu-Tang taught me The young youth
widowed bride But something touched me deep inside the day the music died So bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good
this killer weed that's so fired it made your nose bleed I had me so high, my brain was fried movin' at slow speed This thick bitch chose me and was