on my drawstring Screamin' and shoutin' to figure out how you lost me. Chewing up my cigarette and smoking my gum Out of respect for your boyfriend, I'll use my
on my drawstring, Screamin' and shoutin to figure out how you lost me Chewin up my cigarette and smokin' my gum Out of respect for your boyfriend, I'll use my
Oversettelse: Atmosphere. My Songs.
'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the prosecutor at my
her singing like me (with no autotunes) I got her singing like me (when I get her up in my room) Girl singing like me (make you feel like my boo) I got
in this atmosphere So make it clear, live long and prosper Much success, even if you wish me the opposite ? I stay on my job Try to pray to keep my heart
this selfish corruption All in this atmosphere No fear, less tears, only time to catch my breath I fail to inhale Your love constricts my chest Confusion
how di dance done now! [Chorus: Akon (Busta Rhymes)] I wanna clear the air, with the medal that's known to divide the whole atmosphere (Yeah!) And I
car deep We bring Brooklyn to the city My fellas lookin' sharp my ladies lookin' pretty When the DJ let the needle drop The beat'll rock, the beat'll start Boppin' and my
with kissin' ears) It starts with kissin' ears It starts with kissin' ears Now let me kiss you on your hot spot All night long Can you sing my song
my eyes have my family stressed My minds full of drama Each thoughts a screen test I'm the challenger Dodgin' in my kevlar vest Six hours in my lapse
, lyricism My flow, my flow, my flow'll take you over My ex, my ex, my expertism Is lyr, is lyr, is lyr, lyr-i-cism My flow, my flow, my flow'll take
' in the mirror I am the original Black Elvis That's right, when you see me with my wig to the side Wearin' my short leather jacket Marilyn Monroe on my
band that's spelled S-T-E-T The rhymerator, Dee-Lite, the R-O-D And on the keys, my brother D-P-C Wise, Frukwan and my DJ Paul We puttin competition
is just A general remark. I don't mean anything by that. It's just... for the atmosphere. Yeah I know. the atmosphere. It's so wet! This is A shiritori
Collie Buddz: (Chorus) It`s never ever good enough for you I got this strange little feeling That my words ain't appealing to you Not good enough for
