away So don't make my baby blue I know your reputation They say you can't be true So I'll be standing by And you just better try Not to make my baby blue My
Traduction: The Move. Ne pas faire mon bébé bleu.
game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame) (Grimm) (Uh huh) My cup got syrup in my soda I don't give a fuck don't tip my shit ova Six
don't stop Straight to the top til the game lock You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block Stackin' up my bread, make me stand a little taller Collectin
see your lips moving but I ain't heard much You see the wirst moving, it look like pure punch I hear the playa hating but I don't endorse such I got the
time, baby You think you're loving but you don't love me I've been confused, out of my mind lately You think you're loving but you don't love me I want
don't stop Ah Brother J funkin lesson ya don't stop Ah Paradise architect ya don't stop Professor X overseer ya don't stop X-Clan in the house, you don
I don't think I'm better then nobody else I just don't move like usher If you wanna dance to this, dance if that's how you feel But my body don't move
your hands Cause I done paid my dues Uh, It don't matter how much that, it don't matter how much for this Put it on my neck and my wrist White ones,
so sick bitch Sit, is what I tell my pit Automatic fully loaded bitch, make him comfortable when I sell my shit I'm all alone, cause I don't know who
but a bitch killa I never was not I've always kept it real, even when everbody around me was fake They don't make like me no more, my kind don't break
baby You gotta have bread, if you want it all gravy Country like jeah, but these cats can't fade me Heard what I said, so don't try to play me I came
?s my nom de plume you know but 3?s my pseudonym And around my neck you know I wear the sony budokan Indigo blues you got me in my own shoes The people
my "I don't give a fuck" look Makin rules, I'ma break em, no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I'ma take em So don't you ever temp me, I'm a
singing] People always talkin 'bout My reputation~! I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em, I don't love 'em I don't care
and clear We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here [Chorus] [50 Cent] The way you move (the way you move) You make me lose (you make me lose
make it to heaven, fuck going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell Gotta make
a ho If you don't got no whip, I get you a car If you don't got no skills, I get your some more My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw Got anythin
