(think it over, think it over) every time you run around it makes me want to pop (think it over, think it over) well nothin' you can do to make me wanna stop (think it over, think
Traduction: La Voiture. Pensez It Over.
think it over think it over there's nothing you could do to make me want to stop think it over think it over everytime you run around it makes me want to pop what's it
now reminiscing and god damn it we did it From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flip it in 8 days Thought that wildin unruly it
its my pleasure to present to you (My pleasure) (Yeaaa, Yeaaa) Street Family (Ah Ha, Ah ha!) Street Fam, that Street Fam (Woo Woo) It's the realest
out, im tired of playing games and yes im definantly sure ill trade it all fabolous (Chorus - Jagged Edge) Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and
friends I smoke purple stuff alone in my room That cush made me leave my body I was gone in my room Mad swangas, to mo no blocks, I switch cars like socks Either it
it's fair, and even though it might rain I got my galoshes plus my umbrella, ain't no stopping me mayn Whenever seen my way I'ma deal with it, then send it
like Scully and Mulder Colder with the pen pimping thang, fuck bringing it to your ass Me and that boy Den Den, gon bring it to your brain Sit back get it
I wasn't with it Then we did it and we did it and we did it She said it was great, she said she's glad we had done it The elevator come and Danny Boy
but girl don?t worry bout my brother we have a argument it drive me to go out, you my flesh so me and another woman wont bout it, I?m thinking bout the
2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County. [Someone else commenting] "We think it's the banning of free speech
, hahaha) Hehehe, word It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it
a loaded gun Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over He had to act a fool now the party's over Gun shots rang like it's thunder And everybody bum
niggas from way back Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a
Hustlin in the rain felt no pain cause we drinkin Playin them hoes like manure First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!) It
get away From the life of doin' the wrong things You promised Don't make me read about it babe Think of me before I'm gone Cause when I'm gone, it
it rains it pours Niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours End up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours It usually, goes down over money and whores
