I'm so used to havin' you around Was it somethin' I said or somethin' I didn't do 'Cause obviously I don't have a clue Oh, obviously I don't have a clue
Traduction: Jedd Hughes. Je ne suis pas la moindre idée.
what to tell ya) [Verse 1:] Incarceration what I'm facin' when I'm with you your watchin' my every move tryin' to pick up on some clues or we play twenty questions everytime I
much Hot and bothered, you're cool to the touch And everyone is worlds apart It must have been this way from the start When there's nothing here to save the day Then we have
goodbye to sex i wish i could say sorry to my ex take apart your head chew it up and swallow it goodbye to love i have pushed you up right against
?re apart, I think of you Ok maybe not everyday, But still I do. So I wrote this song as a present, I needed to tell you how much I care, And I hope
we do Cause baby I like it, I like it Let's keep it on tha cool If they only knew The little thangs you do Cause baby I like it, I like it [Baby Beesh
the bathroom, I Had her face in the bowl, with a tight grip hold, loosin control when I hit it, I didn't have A clue, if I knew she was you I wouldn't
pure as gold. And you know I got ? up my flow When the girl I brought along just dropped her clothes. And even if its true what you said, I could have
you wanna beef Knowin I'm slower than do so, cause I got much more at stake HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin ya page I can't respect you no more, you'
Intro - Paul Cain] Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh) Clue! (yeah), I'm the first line of defense (yeah) And I'ma
me The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me Just cop one joint, I'm a one point somethin Still I'll have you at gunpoint, with one joint
Separate the weak from the awesome Me hard to keep, I gotcha I rock ya word to big pa-pha I gotcha [Chorus] Jagged Edge Girl, I?d trade it all, money
I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood If my earlobes
Wit enough doe and pull to gotti fixed If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ?? Down south in a town you never heard before Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for ?? cats I keep burnin' for furthermore I
shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch If I let this diablo door raid I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway See I know
ha!) A guy in fur, continental flying spur, you might wanna keep an eye on her, (CLUE CLUE!) Theres no question amuse** Before I have her in sex positions
t a Saturday I wasn't up to see Soul Train Sometimes I ain't see no gain cause I was runnin to Ralphies everytime my trees showed stains I was lucky I
