Let's go I'm painting, I'm painting again I'm painting, I'm painting again I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning again I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning my brain Pretty
Tłumaczenie: Talking Heads. Tylko wykonawców.
? [ ROUND 1: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head
barrel of the pistol turn We get it how we live, Never Live and Learn Gotta talk about the flow, Cuz you is concerned Only Down South Rapper coulda been
Artist: Scarface f/ Bun B (U.G.K.), Z-Ro Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com [Talking] Nigga don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin' bout (Fifty-Cent
from me misery get away from me fake sh-t, I can't take the phoniness get away from me wack tracks I can only make only hits I'm an only child lost in
them happy before they pass away? [Ashanti] Wake up all the builders time to build a new land I know we can do it, long as we lend a hand. The only thing
blue new wall cap Pause that bull shit you talking bout Before the people start walkin out If you please we succeed regardless Shine the hardest and I'll sign an artist
your CD on ya DVD For ya T.V in ya head beats In ya back seat Y'all think I'm mean Runnin' round talking 'bout the shit that you talking 'bout How you
' rapper guys I'm still hungry These niggas ain't even appetizers After I'm finished eatin' them, I have an after artist I have to call you retarded You think you half the artist
bald head for the cool crown How you like me now? I terrorize rap music What manner of creature could do this? Canibus stupid Retarded, autistic artists
be the first one left unconscious? After I squeeze your head like the Charmin' Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat And squeeze till your head
garages Discussin' who we boned and who God is Pro-black like Craig Hodges with my dashikis in the cleaners I kick it for the Chevy, ridin' head to backstreet
Sheek] Yo Hey yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers And Condominiums over-looking our drug capers New York City, the only way to
I'm like sky walker without the loot, you slippin' duke At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker Talk your talk, degrade my character Your remarks
and Scott La Rock I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker Mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker Some mc's be talkin' and talkin' Tryin' to show
curls Attractin' only women, got no time for little girls 'Cause girls look so good But their brain is not ready, I don't know I'd rather talk to a woman
sad song I have to sing And only time will tell if you stand here with me And this'll be the last sad song I have to sing [Tech - Verse 3] Listen Only
