you cry, I see you cry She cried, emptiness brings you back To your home, all alone, to your home I'd do anything just for you Just for you, standing
Превод: Bang Tango. Само за теб.
Can you say New York City?) Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey Everyday a star is born (Can you say New York City?) Clap for 'em, clap for '
star is born Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey (Can you say New York City?) Everyday a star is born Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for '
I busting my brain for? It's just the way the game go, oh, it takes two to tango You call this a lame flow You bought the shit I guess you to blame too
for free The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna For
U I luv U I luv U Yo if that girl knows where you stay thats poor Some whore banging on your door what for Pregnant? What're you talking about this for
for? its just the way the game go, oh, it takes 2 to tango you call this a lame flow you bought the shit I guess you to blame too I just found the angle
day that you die (that you die) [Chorus] [Break - Bun B] I get down for mine (for mine) I get down for mine (for mine) I get down for mine (for mine
tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my
part where D and you used to play all day The ray sound stung you, You kung fu check the cleaner From fire line I gun you for fun Dial 9-1-1 Someone tore
good, am I doing the thing for you? Girl, show me how ya work that thing You make a motherfuckin' thug wanna sing And baby, baby, can't you see? We gonna
the House of Pain Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang
stay dirty, you know, straight slum performers A judge, then I'll ride for you, Assist a slug then I'll die for you I'm loyal, what nigga [Chorus] [
[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One] Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG! [sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore] Does anybody know
at Look here, more money, more problems, my ass You'se a naive cat if you still believe that, for real That's some shit to try to keep you where you
bugged out Might look at you and slice you Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop Who the fuck you think, let y'all wild niggas in Allowed you
I got this new joint, the Glocko Pop, Glocko Pop? Yeah, Glocko Pop, oh, I love that song, oh my God Here it is, just for you, sugar Bobby Digital back
