It's automatic And if U cry, me cry, boo hoo That's automatic 2, ooh I would never leave U No matter what U do So stop the music, baby U know I'm an automatic
's perfect but they don't know you It's automatic too, can you hear me? Honey, I'm so addicted to your pleasure I'm addicted to your pain It's automatic Automatically
Traduction: Prince. Automatique.
Even my broad, cause she might be fucking some other brother Lord knows, that I couldn't take it if I found out Premeditated, cause I'm about to let them automatic
half these niggaz is punks They runnin off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin like
diamond ring All the ladies know you as an MC king So get on the mic and tell 'em it ain't no thing [Verse 3: Whipper Whip] Well the Prince is my title
is dead when my brain reacts yYu might as well have fell asleep on a train track This ain't the same track that you're used to This is rhythmatic automatic
Flip the beat back, now it's all reppin' Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my whole collection, yo [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's, the, return of the Prince
what I want So you tried to front, hope ya (Got yourself a gun) You ain't real, hope ya (Got yourself a gun) It's the return of the Prince, the boss
my nascar with this nas flow, reppin' Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my whole collection. [chorus] [verse 3] It's - the - return of the prince
and quarters That powder the rock you a-boughta Mo' dope than we oughta, nigga, we turnin' your projects into The Carter Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers And the Texas boy'll automatically
was, scream, screamin' out loud Go no.1, Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba Go no.1, old ignant motherfucker (Come on, you ridin' this dick) Yo, fuck being a prince
) I will buy you diamonds and pearls, baby (Only if you're good girl) Gotta be good, you gotta be good, yeah, yeah, please Good evening. This is your pilot Prince
(Chorus) I'm throwing up my hood in every city that I step in Swagga on killa, automatic weapon Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession As the
your mind up What you wanna do? I make your family be missing you Dustin' you off like dirty finger prints on evidence Battlin' me ya dead like presidents I'm Fresh like Prince
counts Bustas is jealous and half these niggas is punks They runnin' off at the mouth till I fill up with my pump They jump my automatic keep 'em weary
