so long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost believe that the pictures
Traduction: Starter for Ten Soundtrack. Les photos Cure --- De Yo.
then I... I... I... I... Yes, ladies and gentlemen We have a special guest for you this evening Ghost, you ready? Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm
Yeah The gallery is the beat then I (echoes I) [Mike] Yes Ladies and gentlemen we have a special guest for you this evenin' Ghost you ready? [Ghost] Yo, I verbally paint pictures
shorties playin' Cops & Robbers, livin' Bittersweet thoughts is what I had for them I can picture colder feelin' Police chasin' after them Catchin' up to, friskin' and askin' them Where the packs at? Who yo
[Trey talking] Ay I just got a idea. You know, thinking of some things we could do. Spice things up... [laughs] Fa sho' [Verse] If I snuck up in yo bedroom
block is this? (Yo yo yo, no no, chill chill, nah nah, hold up homie) We takin' over Gimme your girl, gimme your keys to your four do' Explorer Yo Lu
even picture god eaten by gray dogs He stayed in his world And he sidely sweard To tell the truth, that DeVon was like "Your out of cure boo" Wisegod
Roll a L and burn a incent It's like magic when I invent this shit that I present Yo turn my levels up a izinch And drop the treble down the pizinch and
you, frankly I'd be embarrassed You carry no weight, words hold no merit I talk big money, you can't understand it My picture won't fit on yo' cameras
like gladiator on wall, on call like physicians to deliver my labor you savor the flavor like Punisher to the cure A parent's birth picture, evade mixture
Vendetta assassination Your torture My cure Ohh I close my eyes And I picture your face Grinded in a barrel of broken glass I close my eyes And yo
of the year Assemble the militia as insert the scripture Lyrics for the instrumental picture Graphic in nature, respect mics I hold Certified gold, five hundred thousand sold News flash, yo
the beat then I... I... I... I... Yes, ladies and gentlemen We have a special guest for you this evening Ghost, you ready? Yo, I verbally paint pictures
for? (Duel of the Iron Mic) You come here, since you're so interested (Duel of the Iron Mic) Fight me (In the moonlight the tiger strikes) (What, what? Bring it) Yo, picture
prince in his prime I articulate and other just rhyme I paint the picture nigga I'm Picasso Raw from the brick to the nostril hostile Sick and I seek no cure