Beyond my senses Love can you hear me? I'm calling to you When her kisses touch my soul I feel embraced by the diva And then my spirit unfolds And shakes me
Traduzione: Young Love. Can You Hear Me.
E-Money Bags] You can hate or love this No matter what you think a thug is Bitches who know the Stee, they all wanna plug with this God You hear my name
me Diddy, I run this city Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me Gettin head in the Bentley red
You mean to tell me that you out there still totin' guns? Blow incense of the hardened hardly copin' moms Damn you and circumstance too I can't stand you
You got the good stuff, the way you walkin the way you talkin, can i, Can i get your digits are you with it, I see you killin it you and your girlfriends
if ya hear me (Gangstas!) Speak it loud and clearly If you feel me raise your cups (East Side, Long Beach) Blaze it up And we from [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] You can call me
the lil baby gizerds Yes it's true that dreams can come true If it happened to me, it can happen to you Watch out, they shootin' Look good for a nigga now You know me
you fair So come on let me take you there Now you gotta make it easy as can be If you wanna come kick it with a fool like me you know (I can make it
you got some suckas on a mad dash for they cash You still don't get a pass - I'm not your Cape Crusader Blackman while you're Robin, hey I can't save
get a piece I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me So why don't you help a ni**a out?Sayin you cuttin welfare That got us ni**az on the
m something to face This ludacy then with me, then with chemistry Got my eyes on you, the first time you cross me I'll be frying you, cause y'all don't know me [Young
I'm barely breathin Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded You tried to play me now homicide
Lord help me, guide me, save me! Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me crazy. Do or die. Nigga pull the trigger don't give a fuck. You'd rather be
sings the parts in {} throughout [2Pac] Haha, what you say? Who you callin rapist? Ain't that a bitch You devils, are so two faceted Wanna see me locked
strapped cause my raps is tight You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches (God, damn! You can
dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse From a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt Needin work, and I ain
they kill me I love it when they fear me Hollar if Ya Hear me Chorus Hollar if Ya Hear me Hollar if Ya Hear me Hollar if Ya Hear me
