leavin' believe what she said She never looks back that's a cold, hard fact She never looks back She never looks back She never looks back She never looks back
Traduction: Supernaw, Doug. Elle ne regarde jamais Retour.
In the ghetto it's the same situation Over big water so far I roam To find my way back home To find my way back home To find my way back home Now I woke
Familia, I'll explain later But for now, let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryna get back I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip
respect my mind When a red light shine, go and lay it down Who the niggaz that wanna talk down Who the bitch that wanna hate, I'm fin to sweat up they face Me and Doug
remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz LL raisin hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show
the motherfuckin frame yaknahmsayin? Constantly.. fuck that trick, we ain't havin it [Tupac] Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this It's suicidal, you lose your title like Doug
m seein' every single night I'm out bustin' heads for it but yours gets busted right back, lip split and I messed up but I got back tryin, don't bother
m seein' every single night I'm out bustin' head for it but yours gets busted right back, lip split and I messed up but I got back tryin, don't bother
oh s--- damn homey at it again tryin' to beat my high score since the age of ten see my high score flashes on the back glass I was malcontented Doug
rarified but you don't give a damn 'cuz the groove is hellafied grew up punk, listening to funk I'm a hyper type of fella that does not touch junk you're the back
sports to take us away from here, but I cut too much So I had a plan B used to rhyme with a brush My sinners used to back me up Like Doug E. Fresh and
BEAM And you know it bounces back like BEAM And we got big .. like BEAM You can find us in the club Shorty me my nigger name Doug Get a toffee for the
day comes here's what I'm gonna do(Check it) (chorus) Sittin' up in my room Back here thinkin' about you I must confess I'm a mess for you Sittin' up in my room Back
(feat. Swizz Beatz) [Intro: Busta Rhymes] DJ Scratch you sick for this one [Swizz Beatz] WOO! Come on! New York we back!!! (Swizzy!!!) [Chorus: Swizz
bone and the ball Makin London bridges fall, so check it I bring a point to the joints that we change and chop but we could bring it back to the beatbox
ain't That ain't strokin' my sack, it's just a black ink fat Boy, ain't no keeping me back. Yes, Mos Def is the handle Try to test and get supressed like
me be Said I'll be fine Till the hospital or American Embassy Miss Flack said I still want you back Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back I got