pointless so I'm looking both ways but I don't know why I try so hard to avoid it can't make up my mind I'll make up my mind when you make up your mind
Traduction: Mr. T Experience. Assurez-Up.
pointless so I'm looking both ways but I don't know why I try so hard to avoid it. Can't make up my mind I'll make up my mind when you make up your mind
another murder nigga you brought this on yourself I'ma do it to you slow and make you want to chrome yourself You owe me something nigga don't like you don't
[Mr.Lif talking] Microphone check, Esoeteric & Lif Who could measure, the length or the width Still we make the fuckin' earth shift Check [Lif & (Esoteric
once and for all; Clear my wheels, I don't care who fall - fall: (Too much mix-up - mix-up!) --- Guitar solo --- Hey! Mr. Music, why don't you wanna play? Don't
to the block where they pop toasters, and they live with they mums Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggas crotched over Mummy's knocked up cause she wasn't
in the dressing room a little while ago and I said: "How would you, Mr. Sting, like to come up on stage and perform with us?" Now . . . Sting: How's [...].
had her first barbie Easy bake oven, she was pissin in her panties Ain't shit she can do that ain't been done ain't nothin wrong with you girl I ain't
the block where they pop toasters, and they live with they moms Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggaz crotched over Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't
the look of the expression on your face I know the you are experiencing a lot of Emotional difficulties And I got to let you know That i'm Mr.Cupid and
to party Easy shorty, with one dance I put you in a trance Not a body experience As time flies, we have fun But I don't want it to pass My total love
once and for all; Clear my wheels, I don't care who fall - fall: (Too much mix-up - mix-up!) --- /Guitar solo/ --- Hey! Mr. Music, why don't you wanna play? Don't
't grown 'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home To quiet the Stomach rumblings My demeanor Thirty years my senior My childhood Didn't mean much Only raisin' green up
will emerge, converge, and over take. Approach those who make promises they don't intend to keep. Inferno rise up, but my beliefs, the miracle on earth
the tree I'm at your chick's house baggin' up, groupies styled out The Kool-Aid too sweet and the phone don't dial out You don't gotta like me, I show up
30 words a minute, we won't be needin you! So let your hustle guide, and don't you be afraid And if you come up sho't, that's how the game was played
and master wow, what up with Emmy Is well to propel with the spirit of the mic Even if you have one person with you when it's hard That makes it easy
