Слова:
Undercover

brotha Fly to the bone You don't need no fly jeep To come and scoop me You can drive what you own (thats the way I like it) A man undercover Smooth black

I've come on a few years From my Hollywood highs The best of the last The cleanest star they ever had I'm stiff on my legend The films that I made Forget

Can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that

People say I'm the life of the party Cause I tell a joke or two And though I might be laughing Loud and hearty Deep inside I'm blue So take a good look

undercover man Undercover man Your undercover man Undercover man Wanna be your undercover man Undercover man Wanna be your undercover man Undercover man Wanna be your undercover man Undercover man Wanna be your undercover

was an undercover agent for the blues He took me for a ride And rattled me down to my shoes But i found out He was an undercover agent for the blues

suicide All these dream things I can't keep inside Undercover all out of sight Undercover of the night Undercover of the night Undercover of the night Undercover, undercover Undercover

of a different kind Come to your lover, undercover And let me ease your mind Whenever your heart beats heavy And worry has got you down Come to your lover, undercover

Who walk just like you, who talk just like you I wanna be your lover that ill type brotha Baby girl, baby girl, we can keep it undercover A man undercover