is why, rainy eyes can't dry, dry [Verse 4] Can't run, got nowhere to hide Move on, move on Move on! [Chorus] Black tears fall on your face A beating
Traduction: Hands On Approach. So Close, So Far.
Traduction: Hands On Approach. En ces jours-ci.
why, rainy eyes can't dry, dry [Verse 4] Can't run, got nowhere to hide Move on, move on Move on! [Chorus] Black tears fall on your face A beating
she calm in the cut You know me? I can spot a Swan from a Duck My approach? Smoother than an Armani tux The diamonds going off, like the alarm on a truck
Comin Tell Them Fools They Need To Just Shut Up Roll Near And Farmer Boys Get F*Cked Up Keep On Talking And We Kick Your Door Not On Find You In Pieces
hands on swoll [Paul Wall:] Keep my mind on that paper Keep my eyes on my paper Keep my mind on my paper (I got to keep my hands on swoll) Keep my eyes
Lacs Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap, money we need all of that Bulgari glasses on my face, hand cannon on my waist Candy blue paint on
t no game to me I take it seriously, and keep my eyes on my motherfucking enemies [Geurilla Maab] Got to keep my distance g, cause i know they plotting on
ain't by broads, it's about this motherfucker label right here That's the answer and that's that The watch is on my left hand, straining on my wrist I'm being easy on
fall asleep Don't fall to sleep You can get ya cash on Pictures of penny Sippin' my glass full of henny Hands on my semi- Automatic kill for pennies Approach
at my like a infra-red nigga [Verse 1: Makaveli] Pictures of plenty Sippin my glass full of henny Hands on my semi - - Automatic kill for pennies Approach
my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Throw yo' guns in the air!) Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on) Let's be friends (where
Time to get paid, time to get paid. Check. Time to represent the west. On me: nuttin but a vest. Got my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize. First sucka
ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas I'll sick rottweiler's on
I miss your smell and your style And your pure abiding way Miss your approach to life And your body in my bed Miss your take on anything And the music
history relive it Relive it, Because I write the words and I give it away After it leaves my hand to the ink on the papyrus And after I been on the stage
I'm not there I've been on TV straight for five years Lets keep it real I cant lie to yall my eyes are now something like binoculars You put a dollar on my hand
