pressure (Got ya'll feelin' the pressure Phonte feelin' the pressure, feelin the pressue Got ya'll feelin' the pressure Big Pooh feelin' the pressure so feel the pressure
Traduction: Little Brother. La pression.
'all feelin' the pressure (Got ya'll feelin' the pressure Phonte feelin' the pressure, feelin the pressue Got ya'll feelin' the pressure Big Pooh feelin' the pressure
me, Cause you ll be sorry when I'm gone, and I'll be gone so very soon, If the pressure on my diaphragm keeps resisting, If the feds keep my brothers
jiggy-jiggy-jiggy-judge a brother won't budge Now kick it to the middle, cause that's how you get 'em Now, God, now what's a brother do? I try to keep
I'm like the rest of them tricks At a party getting naughty, chasing money and dicks and No, you got me all wrong brother No, I'm a woman that's strong brother
colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother and mother and dad Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Shady will be your new substitute while Mr. Kaniff is out with pneumonia (HE'S GOT AIDS!) Good luck Mr. Shady [Eminem] Hi there little boys and girls
To selling dope with the rest I quit smoking cess to open my chest Life is stressful inside this cesspool Trying to wrestle, I almost bust a blood vessel My little brother
go very far; All tied to their things They are netted by their strings, Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings. Outside the cage I see my Brother
raid 'em in Massive attack we keep it strong just like a vitamin Going for the positive wiping out the negative songs 'Cause brother it's relative The
chasin brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark
inside, so I can't go Brother, are you there? Now tell me is it wonderful Or were you hoping to find something a little more? Climbing down the hours
't go I can't go Go Brother, are you there? Tell me is it wonderful? No Were you hoping to find, hoping to find Something a little more, more, more
inside, so I can't go brother are you there? now tell me is it wonderful or were you hoping to find something a little more? climbing down the
of her people happy, oh She don't care about the rest at all She's got a system they call apartheid It keeps a brother in a subjection But maybe pressure
next Stomach ache, had a steak, and take for a bean pie Get a final call for the brother in a bow-tie I'm from little kid's, dream, and fiend for fun
