like it, I try but I can't fight it You're dancin' real close, 'cuz it's real, real slow You're makin' it hard for me Baby, us dancin' so close ain't
Traduction: Suivant. Too Close.
oh [Repeat 1 while:] I like the way you move You're making me want you Oh the way you move I like those things you do But you're a little too close [
they say about you on the next block, your my little lady and I dig you. Let em talk, let 'em say what they want to say" And fellas, you must know too
that More like guerilla though... Nick name funeral got that from ths killer flow. Err things still a go, my pockets be extra fat Big money on deck like arods next
body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose) Closed casket so they can't have a
s stoned Trying the unknown Doing things I know y'all parents wouldn't con-done It's you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see Speech too slurred to G
the patience I'mma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations [Cassidy] Yeah it is what it is, my niggaz just killed y'all and I'mma close the
vain Her face bears such agony, such strain... But only the man from next door Knew Little Susie and how he cried, As he reached down To close Susie
Simply out of this world by choice The world's too much for the soul to enjoy I focus on the void and I fill it Hopin' the depressed ain't give in and
the boulevard Better respect, whatever the desert eagle say 5-2 due for Z-Ro, with a mad super ego Couldn't nobody, tell a nigga nothing about life Till I started tripping too
[Chorus:] Yaw niggaz,dont have to fuck wit me, cause i can do bad just bein one deep Right now, For my next selection all you bitch ass niggaz and all
time the bitch niggas is wasting Institutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble
the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary I'm gettin' worried Teardrops and closed
wanna give to you ['Pac repeats "Maybe it's the thug in me" at various points] [2Pac] Moan baby when we bone it's on It's so strong niggaz in the next
Niggas get Shook Like 5-0 My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride Plus Survival Money Making plans Pistol Closing hands Swollen Pockets Let me introduce
precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin Instutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be