I don't belong here at all can't believe they never bothered to move on can't believe they never ever changed can't believe they never bothered to move on
I don?t belong here at all can?t believe they never bothered to move on can?t believe they never ever changed can?t believe they never bothered to move on
Traduction: Hot Hot Heat. Move On.
that I don?t belong here at all can?t believe they never bothered to move on can?t believe they never ever changed can?t believe they never bothered to move on
wanna hear my jam again Move the crowd now Play it crazy loud now Bring it back now if you can [Hook:] I've been waitin' so long pump it up, put it on
hot Red Soxs or Celtics green In the city of Philly, I roll up on the biddes like feel these In a size 56 Phillies In Jersey I got the Nets on That you
i think i'll make my move tonight {no clue what this verse says until...}right from the time i see her like to meet her, heat her, Santa Maria lets get
They use to rank on my low budget clothes, and my glasses Remember me, the same one they use to call egghead Now I play with fed bread, and sleep on
it underneath the seat of my ride nigga, you looking at death Notice the sign on the gate, don't beware of the dog Beware of the owner, on my mama you
Puttin peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints Me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home to protect my zone in these streets I roam Dough on
the elaborate The slow like potion, focus on the money Thats made sippin on this poisonous potion Grandma got you got, Too much heat to hot Cause Shank
on my bed! {DAMN! } It's not hot! - Why the fuck am I sweatin'? My heart beatin'! - I'm buggin'! - I reckon! [scream] Bitch don't move! - It's dark, I
ya brains out Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin' I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll niggas'll heat
on swoll cause I move the O's My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze Come get ya bitch, she on me dawg She musta heard about the dough Now captain come on
. You know how it is on the street, niggas is holdin the heat Po-Po walking to beat, we burnin l's up in the jeep Ain't nothing sweet, we used to move
affiliates be rippin it illin it adrenaline spendin and killin shit Chorus [Fredro Starr] Yo, yo I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit
