don't know how to get out there to see you Baby there's something about you that I can hold on to I'm gonna to hold on to that Baby there's something about you
time for me It's been to long and I'm in time Baby there's something about you that I can hold on to I'm going to hold on to that Baby there's something about you
Перевод: Five For Fighting. Кое-что о вас.
At Five Dear New York this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do 'Cause in the city were ourselves
, that’s my word is bon We gon hit you with the heat like you motherfucking spawn Chorus: rampage and rah digga This is what happens When you fuck with
you grew up with holes in your zapitos You’d be celebratin’ the minute you was havin’ doe So fuck critics you can kiss our whole assholes You don’t like our lyrics you
never stop You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop But now the kids got a chance to live And the O.G.'s got something to give That
DJ Muggs scratching quotes below] Ugh, YOU GONNA GET YOURS!! - [Flavor Flav] Ugh, YOU GONNA GET YOURS!! - [Flavor Flav] [Ice Cube] Five niggaz on the
all yo' ex's house You got me ridin', I'm ridin', I'm ridin' tryna find you Baby, you got me out here lookin' for you, I When you stepped to me, you
wrong man in my click You get charged wit incense to kick that bullshhh Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh Chorus [Havoc] Yo, we the men for the operation You
1, 2, yeah Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback With the different color records they had back in the days You know what I mean, the belt driven turntables
moms You God minus the 12 Disciples I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you I bite a little piece
to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go to live in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it, it's already taken
