Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh (Repeat)
Перевод: Техас. Не You Want Me.
sluts [Chorus: Eminem] Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't
what the cost be Shake ya thang, now [Verse 1: Baby Bash (Angel Dust)] Ain't nothin' wrong with a little bit of lightweight thang They want me to sound
don't matter what you got, it's what you do with it It don't matter what you got, it's what you do with it It don't matter what you got, it's what you
to get it, I'm givin it all I got Y'all haters can't hold me. (No Way) And y'all don't want to zone me (Want it your way) So when I get, I'm gon' get
ruler and his first statement said "You suck" Musical chairs, see the chopper, gon' beat a goose, you duck Texas used to be screwed up but you ain't us, you can't
down to Harlem (Harlem) We twenty deep if it's a problem Don't want nothin truly cause they thinkin we gon' rob 'em And you know how we be mobbin Police
active like what Puffy use for ac-a-ne If you rep that Texas, I know that ya feel me Want to pop, lock and dance, then put on that get silly Want to
it (WOO) And she like 'Boy, you tha truth' (You tha truth) And he like (yeah) 'Boy, you tha truth' (you tha truth) And she like (hold up) 'Boy, you tha
ready to get it started You betta tell em the hardest You hate on me then you retarded I'm a get mine reguardless I'm seein the rap the games needin me
three way Look if you want to live, you better take it easy You jump, fly with me, I clip your wings off You violate me again, I infa beam y'all This
reckless feeling like a lone star Texas (Chorus) Uh-huh I know what's on your mind you don't think were gonna shine I face you to prove you wrong Thought
me I said: Hey boy would you enjoy sittin' next to me in your corduroys? I'm from Texas my girl is from Illinois Where you from, can I come visit you
I see you with your boys You pretend as if you don't want me When you get home you call me on the phone And tell me how much you care (Wyclef) Yo, close
