Get off it, I know you know I know you're on it Get off it, I know you know I know you're on it Get off it, I know you know I know you're on it Get
Traduction: Occasionnels. Get Off Il.
're left dead [Chorus: x2] Get off it, I know you know I know you're on it [x3] Get off it, I know you know, I know you know [Verse Two:] Hip-hip
of certain clothin can get a brother a case Talkin pants, Air Force Ones, and a baseball cap It's casual, but to authorities it mean you sellin crack It
wanted was sex Scene moved to the next (that is true) but it was something about this girl's style that make me feel no regrets We started off casual
Spinning a chance of romance on the love wheel Even if it?s just a casual thing, Sometimes a Platonic relationship can turn ironic Anyhow it took a while to get
the world has come over you? I can feel it in the wind and it's upside down I can feel it in the dust as I get off the bus on the outskirts of town
be nicely doin' it right Holy mackerel, nuthin' less than actual factual Stay reppin' even when we conversate casual Read it in your manual Attend to our annual get
could blaze it up on your block if you want to Or haze it up stash box in a Hummer Or you could run up and get done up [Damian Marley] Or get something
?" Howard: Suss it out, wankers! Mark: Suss it out, wankers! Mark & Howard: Suss it out, wankers! Jeff: Suss it out, wankers FZ: Suss it out, wankers! Mark & Howard: Suss it
to get down It's Gorillaz and Phi Life, we be breaking you round Put your hands up and stand up it's time to get down It's Gorillaz and Phi Life, we
the undresser Represent your click, go ahead, get that ass whipped (Floatin in the river with your body wrapped in plastic) Wannabe thug, get smacked for back talkin QB represent fuck that, it
get found This dough I got, I spend it and toss around New York it's time we flip it, where you from? Ladies, it's time we flip it, where you from? Now
uh, uh, uh What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and
flat, I've been cursed from my dick to the hearse, I can't think of nothing worse and it hurts, 'Cos all this pain I've inflicted on myself, always thought casual
it undefeated Observe it from over there, ok Ain't It obvious we overheated You talkin' that slick shit But I jus' know that you meant me But evidently, you don't know I get
