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Traduction: Bijou. Again And Again.
Stare at lots of things The fast and steady streams Again and again and again. Do what I should Try to stay busy Your face is all I see Again and again and again
you, Shy Ronnie use your outside voice! We don't have time for this! Let's go! So stay underground and stick up, stick up! Your wallets and jewels will
sky seems to cry Tonight again you want to die Thousands of reasons to live So much pleasure to give... Spasms shudder down your spine Bitter saliva and
Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in I be's in the keys wit a click of friends Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin I
bucket, be like 20 in a 'rari (Meek Mill) And I'm back on this shit again, Pressie blue like Michigan I put on for my city I should ball with Vick and
a damn fool, not to go You rap about Amsterdam nigga, I really been And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten I smoke over and over again, God
To live and die in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Verse Three: Makaveli Cause would it be LA without Mexicans? Black love brown pride and the sets again
J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son. Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah. Too Short, Tony Toni Tone, And the Special motha fucka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, and
uh huh) Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and glocks in
to go fast then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last man listen, if you really really like this shit nigga call Steve Stoute and
And I can be so quiet and strike so fast Like lightning bolts right out the sky go bad From outta nowhere, you might find your career Come to it,... and
in ya pocket I don't sniff that I'm lookin for the bud, and the brew and some X with a broad with some thug in her jewels (Got Sex) 6 uniforms all on
the pack ooh, never lookin' back ooh, knows just where he's been that Coney Island whitefish boy's been there and back again sixteen years with his boardwalk
excitement has receded And the mirror distracts The logic of the trance Quickly reaches and grasps Handsome and faceless And weightless, your imagination roams And
company and better jewelers To the Good Life, we GOOD music [Big Sean:] Man, I wake up to a wet dream Every day's a Friday and every nights a sex scene
