t know bout these streets Cause I done been through it all And it all done been through me All I know Is God is looking down on me
t mean I don't know 'bout these streets 'Cause I done been through it all And it all been through me All I know Is God is looking down on me, wha?
Traduction: Young Rome. Look Down On Me.
press me, put my back to the wall But pressure bust pipes I know, I spat it to y'all To know me is to love me, you see me, can't be me, hate this Fuck
him) Signor . . . if you please: "Rome". We say "Rome' not "Roma" PIANGI Si, si, Rome, not Roma. Is very hard for me. (practising) Rome . . . Rome . . . (
I wanted was a cup of tea I was accused I moved on Down in Rome I wasn't getting enough of the things that keeps a young man alive My body stunk but
on let me see yea work it quick Girl I'm wit my click I don't care about the jerk you wit Young Rome getting grown So its on me Another telephone to
back of my head like im trippin on heron Got my head on sped on She got a chest like vivica Booty like that chick on outkast video Here come the hook
nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Young Rome Ok [Young Rome (1)] I got long chain in my tee-shit
refuse to look down upon my thugs while they push they product and bust slugs I remember seeing chest bang And dudes I looked up too on the block slanging Telling me
down and I'm the Low-key, The O.G. niggas know me (True) So take it easy like Moby, The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal, On the subliminal (
Come on, yeah [I'm comin] Come on, yeah [I'm comin] Come on, yeah [I'm comin] Come on, yeah [I'm comin] (2x) Stlyes: Can't stop, won't stop Everything
[Lil' Romeo] Hut 1, Hut 2 Hut 1, Hut 2 Hut 1, Hut 2 [Lil' Romeo] I'm lookin' for a girl who can show me around Hold me down Puppy love girl, how that
on let me see yea work it quick Girl I'm wit my click I don't care about the jerk you wit Young Rome getting grown So its on me Another telephone to keep
stopped got me mixing up dope with little J down at Rap-A-Lot My phone tapped the feds on my tail got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build True