know you don't need to tell me (x12) I know you don't I know you don't need to tell me, tell me (x2) kiss and tell everybody else when you're at your
, you dont need to tell me, I know, you don't, I know, you don't, Need to tell me, tell me. Kiss and Tell, Everybody else, and you're at your best,
you dont need to tell me, I know, you don't, I know, you don't, Need to tell me, tell me. Kiss and Tell, Everybody else, and you're at your best, when
dusk. Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre [Dr Dre:] They see that low rider go by there, like Oh my! You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cause I know
What you gonna do when the beat goes drop? Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis? Who the illest? You know my name's Adam stop callin' me Phyllis Ya hear some fuss, you
now you motherfuckers know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh) Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak You wanna hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?) You
whatever you like Plus I got that all-black Phantom it's tinted on four sides Go 'head kiss it, they can't see us inside Mami tell me do you like - it
MC Ren'll have you wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon {Get to dialin..} 9 1 1 emergency {And you can tell em..} It's my son he's hurtin me
And I thought we'd last forever, you and I IM for so long I couldn't wait to get you're phone call Dreaming 'bout you makes me feel alright Tonight you called me
walk on Let me tell you, y'all I'm so tired But I just can't lose my stride Yeah I got to walk on Let me tell you, y'all Hope my feet don't fail me
grammy just the way she brought me though then she went and bought some more all I want a block a yo keep your boy dro, blood, and some drank waitin' at
you beeping at it's like the summers a natural afradesiac and with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme to hit you and get you equipped for the summer time
n-gga doing bad My eyes turn red than I'm pulling out a mag You see shit clear when ya ass get hit You like me better rich You like me better rich I
dog attack Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that? You turn rigor red, no cardiac Get your hand out of my pocket, what with all of that? Tell
than any sergeant The paralysed feel me, the blind see me And the deaf can hear me And the smart fear me Wh-which side you on? Hi-highway to heaven, I would drive you
boat out and blow scomie on the deck Shootin at the stars, Tommy and the Tek Soon as the dutch finish you can find me on the neck No foreplay, bustin
