Now, don't you be a meanie What have you up your sleeve? Come on and spring it And if you can't spring it You simply have to swing it
sing it, you'll simply have to [Incomprehensible]" "Mr. Paganini, we breathlessly await Your masterful baton, go on and sling it And if you can?t sling it, you'll simply have
Перевод: Фицджеральд, Элла. Вам придется качать это.
Перевод: Фицджеральд, Элла. (Если вы не можете Sing It), вам придется качать это.
if you cannot play it, won?t you sing it And if you can?t sing it, you simply have to Swing it I said swing it Oh-oh-oh swing it And don?t ding it Oh
You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You'll
out of you hoes You set it off fa–ot, so now how do you spose- We settle it, hit me in the nose, we'll see how it goes [Chorus x2] It's shear hustle
once you're gone, you don't come back, too bad You're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You
you You fuckin sissy, up on stage, screamin how people hate you They don't hate you They just think you're corny since Christina played you And I dare you
you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh
I followed you Daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin'" "You lied to me Dad, and now you made Mommy sad" "And i bought you this coin, it says
what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin
shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You'll
line long enough to fill two boulevards In this game, you only make it far if you loyal And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled Why swing, you
in my eyes Oh, have we come to the point of no turning back Or is it still time to get into The swing of things Let us walk through this windless city I'll
high ya'll Yea, get down ya'll Let me see you all ya'll Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya'll Nineteen ninety eight ya'll Ha, get down ya'll, lets have a
fight You see the rhymes I construct The flows I conduct It fucked up the party like somebody got bucked Nigga word! I lays it down flat like a door mat
