you still believe... In your smile, I found the words. In your smile. In your smile. In your smile, I found the words. In your smile. In your smile... In your smile
Перевод: Все, что Box. In Your Smile.
corduroy who just brought back the backstreet boys [pre-chorus] [chorus] I don’t see anything around me I wont be, I wont be I don’t see anything
your ear Now let me blow ya mind [Eve] Let your bones crack Your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it, thugged
up,i got x i got weed i got anything you need,when you see me in tha street,just holla at me, throw a dolla at me, bitch smile at me, this ya nigga lil
for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop [Nas] They say I’m so low key, I’m socially awkward Only those that really know me are the ones that I talk with They smile
Got picnic tables on my lap, gettin' high In the back of the Maybach and it cost five Hundred thou' on a ***, spent that with a smile Stackin' numbers
Central Park the children were playing Behind the bars the tiger walked Smiling young faces of many colours Many young tongues were being talked The garbage lying in the streets of the Village, Smiling
shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind Let your bones crack Your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it, thugged
I. plead the fifth 'Cause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I don't own a forklift Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat Then took your
stage He makes your hands clap, your feet tap, your eardrums pulsate Your body will move as you flow with the groove And you smile as he propiles his
next freak Take me home, take me home, take me home I don't see anything around me I won't be, I won't be I don't see anything around me I won't be,
shit in your ear, now, let me blow your mind Let your bones crack, your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it,
a capella but I had to stop Because chaos broke because Jeff was on the beat box Just cut it up, Jeff Hip hop Chance to rock Jeff was on the beat box
bitch up,i got x i got weed i got anything you need,when you see me in tha street,just holla at me, throw a dolla at me,bitch smile at me,this ya nigga
make your fans mine Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine Huh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your lines CHORUS [Eve] Let your bones crack Your
