Traduction: De Vision. Call My Name.
you can call you can call, you can call my name I can't ignore the things you do I can't accept your point of view Think about it Don't you know my life
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my tip, and hit my marijuana Yeah I seen it coming, nobody gon catch me off guard Make em look me in my eye, before they break me off Lord Excuse my
but you faggots already know my name mayne Know you'd love to catch me slippin in the turnin lane mayne Fuck a rap tuck my strap right in back of my britches
scenery I done see too many killings just like my vision is mean to me And my eyes don't like me, and my soul wanna leave I'm persecuted daily by my friends
What's my motherf**kin name ni**a? Hold it down, hold it down My ni**az we all bad Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain What's my muh'f**kin name
Ever seen faces of death That's what my nine do [Verse 7: Kastro] I keep my mind on my money And my money on my mind With my back against the
my people at Where my people at? Show me where my people at All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now Be friends,
for pussy when the dick's for free Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes Before I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses Visions of you sittin there sweaty
I would do anything, girl, anything for you So if there ever comes a time When it's true love you hope to find Just call out my name And, girl, I swear
But it seems at times so far away It?s become a memory I got to have You close to me I wanna hear You call my name Make it like it used to be Lord I
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
eat it like a vul-cha See my hips and my tips don'tcha See my ass and my lips don'tcha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that
over seas gettin' blown to bits and thrown in a ditch While Bush is at the game throwin' out the openin' pitch Double vision bird strugglin' with words Like Fox news tryin' to pronounce the names