Yo, what's up girl? Ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you but I
She take my money when I'm in need Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed Oh, she's a gold digger way over town That digs on me (She give me money) Now
Five, six, seven, eight Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, you are the music, yeah Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, you are the music
When you're swallowing all your pride Do you need somewhere a place to hide A smile from your face Where the light comes shining through All its strength
Vibin' to the music, this is how we do it all night Breezin' down the freeway just me and my baby in our ride Just me and my boss, no worries at all Listening
(Muevelo) (Subelo) Tico era un Boricua de Manhattan Cantaba en el subway Con su beat box y su electric guitar Por las noches era DJ Se paraban en las
Nightime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Slowly, gently, night
Shout out to my enemies, shout out my competitors Shout out to my mini-me's, I hope you do better, brah Better me, better you, etcetera, etcetera Shout
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em But who am I to talk? I aint shittin' roses We in in the same picture but we all got different poses I'm looking
everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em but who am i to talk? i aint shittin' roses we in in the same picture but we all got different poses i'm looking
Headlights, a hundred cars Behind somebody's daddy's barn Batteries draining blasting those radios Another long lost summer night Out past some no trespassing
Every single day I walk down the street I hear people say Baby's so sweet Ever since puberty Everybody stares at me Boys, girls I can't help it, baby
Any way you want it That's the way you need it Any way you want it She loves to laugh She loves to sing She does everything She loves to move She loves
Do you hear me? I'm talking to you Across the water across the deep blue ocean Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying Boy I hear you in my dreams
I bust the windows out your car And no, it didn't mend my broken heart I'll probably always have these ugly scars But right now I don't care about that
You were workin' as a waitress in a cocktail bar When I met you I picked you out, I shook you up and turned you around Turned you into someone new Now
Viertel vor neun,viertel vor zehn jeden Tag am selben Schalter steh'n viertel vor zwölf, viertel vor eins Mahlzeit, schöne Mittagszeit viertel