Teksty:
Michael Ball I Wouldn T Know

say I wouldn't know, I haven't seen her I couldn't say, it's been a while I haven't thought about her lately So I wouldn't know I'm getting tired of

apple pies from McDonalds Would soon be the boss of the Big Apple, ya know And who knew dude would play ball for the NBA Would make a mistake on the who know

sick, quit playin' you prick don't nobody care Then why the fuck am I yellin' at air I ain't even talkin' to no one 'cause ain't nobody there Nobody

I know you ain't there That's why I just want to let you know something bro You all know I love you You all know you're my homies And eh, alright we'll

? Muthafucka You don't know shit do ya? You wouldn't know shit If it ripped into your ugly bitch ass face You ain't even begun to expierence drama muthafucka

And I was told in school I was a fool And money I'd never gain none But I used my flow as a tool, they was cruel Said I'd be no rapper, but I did work

Who could it be? Ya'll know my muthafuckin' name I ain't neva met a gangsta who ain't loved to bang Especially one who can't represent this game See,

my life, I felt it wasn't right I get awards and I break down and I cry on sight My grandma left my life, I felt it wasn't right I get awards and I break

I ask him "whats in the bag" he says "two acres of plants It's easy going in but hell gettin out I wanna make this paper and I think I know how Suprise