Let's get it on [Carl Thomas] 1 - You made me You made me You made me the way I am today You're the reason why I live how I live 'cause you made me the
Traduction: Harlem World. Tu m'as fait.
Traduction: Harlem World. You Made Me (Featuring Carl Thomas.
get it on [Carl Thomas] [1:] You made me You made me You made me the way I am today You're the reason why I live how I live Cuz you made me the way I
you And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C. Screwed Up Click until I D I E Nigga don't get me crunk watch me pop trunk Smoking on cush ain't never
where dreams are made of There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Hear
you ask me why (Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love) You wanna know why, you ask me why (Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love) You wanna know why, you ask me
told y?all that we won?t stop We back cruising through Harlem, Viso blocks It?s what made me, saved me, drove me crazy Drove me away than embraced me Forgave me
y?all that we won?t stop We back cruising through Harlem, Viso blocks It?s what made me, saved me, drove me crazy Drove me away than embraced me Forgave me
the Harlem struggle, All in my swagger that's the reason why I got my hustle, I got the highest stature, Miami diamond flasher, I got you caught in
me You makin it so damn hard for me to love you You makin it so damn hard for me to love you You makin it so damn hard for me to love you You
up let me see you (Shake) [Chorus:] What ya momma gave you like that bitch (Shake) What ya momma gave you throw it back now (Shake) What ya momma gave you
everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint a mixtape This is life! Its been a long time get me accuainted with the world famous You know how 0
let me see you (Shake) [Chorus] what ya momma gave you like that b-tch (Shake) what ya momma gave you throw it back now (Shake) what ya momma gave you
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain
me thuggin', Picture me loving you like Bobby love Whitney, Now picture me fuckin', Pullin' your ponytail, Smackin' you on the ass, Tellin' you how I can take you all around the world