, who do you love? Do you, who do, do you love? Ah, who do you love? Do you, who do, do you love? Who do you l-l-love? Do you, who do, do you love? And
Traduction: Escape Club. Who Do You Love.
When the club gets played The things you crave are no longer escapes And no longing for dates You want a husband, but no one has a cape Now you wondering
verse And somewhere in the world somebody bout to start a hearse Tell me who inside it, who son is that And how he get there now tell me who gun was that
on my own eyes at the same time I picking flys off my own eyes, can you feel that, if you can hear them buzzing, you can feel the pain of Mike Tyson
clock keeps tickin' Love could have your heart beat skippin', thugs turn to religion The bitch you love could start to hate you, the shit you use to do escape you Things that make you
me does it get me yes it does Feels lovely Pink or brown without even with fuzz They love me All up on me off up in the club Addicted Gotta get her off
over you, babe so play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate so play this shit while you contemplate so play this shit while you contemplate Who
You do this right, you might have the time of ya life Dom Kennedy: Comin from the westside but my fitted say Sox Where you get banged on if you in it
the club gets played The things you crave are no longer escapes And no longing for dates You want a husband, but no one has a cape Now you wondering
in this together My album was raw, because no one would ever Think like I think, or do what I do I stole the show, then I leave without a clue Whatta you
verse And somewhere in the world somebody bout to start a hearse Tell me who inside it, who son is that And how he get there now tell me who gun was
love, not tryin' to make you mine I just think that we can have some fun I really want to go and I really want you to come What do you say, don't you
the city if I were you Do what you gotta do But while you wave them flags, remember Amado, Diallo Here's what we gotta do, follow I'll put hip-hop in
, out the city if I were you Do what you gotta do But while you wave them flags, remember Amadou Diallo Here's what we gotta do, follow I'll put hip-hop