go slip, slip away And I don't need you To help me find my way I can make it If I just don't see your face Once I had a problem Didn't know what to
Traduction: Love. A Message To Pretty.
fit for no other man So you approach as a gentleman Hello mam' today you lookin pretty damn elegann' I think she get the message like a telegram I'm a
the car We in the club, running up a fat run at the bar Puffing plex, anybody get a punch to the jaw No soda water, got a pint doing it raw And everyday
seems to be a pretty dark past back there somewhere. What was it like for you growing up?" "Dark? Not really. Actually I had a great childhood, my parents were wonderful. I went to a
I look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped
see you waist Slim nice and round thing, momma say what a disgrace Mumma wahn kill her cuz dem lover is a panty chase A nuh my fault, mih mumma make me
use of my time? Don't worry my love, everything's alright I'd give just about anything to know she's waiting for me An eye for an eye, a dream for a
-view five nights and me feature You give me respect In return, I'm a treat ya Youth, I'm a reach her Message, I'm a teach her That we go on, we have
blood and making art This is a message from your heart Pounding away into the dark You could thank me for a start This is a message from your heart
a eat you until there's nothing left Til my very last breath You gon be a nigga's death Despite your good appearance Cooking swine as a chef You gon be a
aware of us though And we don't give a flyin' 47 fuck though Stayin' on my hus-tle *beat change* [Verse 2: Nas] A message to those who trapped us up,
[Verse 1: Nas] Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris' White chain, colored watch on a wrist Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience Specially dressed, guess
a fever on the freeway, blacks out the night. There's a slipping on the stairway, just don't feel right And there's a rumbling in the bedroom and a flashing
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's
I loved her Long hair, pretty face, slim waist The kind that you marry and take to another place {India sings again} and exchange vows, spend thous Make love
