say I wouldn't know, I haven't seen her I couldn't say, it's been a while I haven't thought about her lately So I wouldn't know I'm getting tired of
Traduction: Michael Ball. Je ne sais pas.
I told ya I had ya homie Yo Kon I gotcha She said young why ya voice so hoarse I just sound like money Baby I shouldve been a porsche (Vrrooom) Paint
flash in the pan I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin' a fan Mr Mathers is the man Yeah I'm pissed but I would rather take this energy
would never forget you) (We miss you) [Verse 1: The Game] Who's Michael Jackson, Your Michael Jackson, I'm Michael Jackson, We all Michael Jackson, I
(feat. Twiztid) (I know you ain't there That's why I just want to let you know something bro You all know I love you You all know you're my homies
Cause who knew dude that loved apple pies from McDonalds Would soon be the boss of the Big Apple, ya know And who knew dude that played ball for the NBA Would
I didn't find Nympho mo' top Like a mohawk I remember when I was so not It was no locks Man I couldn't ball I was so bald Robocop I was Mr. Clean Now
don't know me But I couldn't help but over hear what you all was saying about te-te See I, I know her too Obviously so do you So I'm gonna get in this
N9ne] And I was told in school I was a fool and money, I'd never gain none but I used my flow as a tool, they was cruel said I'd be no rapper, but I
Psycho bitch [Verse I: Tech N9ne] Don't give me that shit But a nigga don't care, never could it be fair Then I was up in a middle lover Came a double
ah, I know it's short notice but I brought all your friends here For some reason I couldn't get a hold of Taco and Jasper But, I just brought all your
I guess i'm fiendin' grub Deuce in my boot when I ball up in the club [Chorus: Young Buck] I know i'm the shit you ain't got to tell me So when i'm
apple pies from McDonalds Would soon be the boss of the Big Apple, ya know And who knew dude would play ball for the NBA Would make a mistake on the who know
And everybody say, say I know you, I know you I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be I'm a raw flow 'cause it never get rusty I ain't gotta
sick, quit playin' you prick don't nobody care Then why the fuck am I yellin' at air I ain't even talkin' to no one 'cause ain't nobody there Nobody
I'ma swing this like a cool cat Down with A.T.E.E.M., Trakmasterz got a dope rap Humongous vocals; I'm quick to flick a jab I'm not Michael Jackson or
