always on my mind You were always on my mind You were always on my mind You were always on my mind You were always on my mind You were always on my mind
번역: 애완 동물 가게 소년. 항상 내 맘속에 / 우리집에.
on my d-ck Ooops, I said on my d-ck I aint really mean to say on my d-ck But since we talking about my d-ck All of you haters say hi to it I'm Done
so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen
pa I'm tired of niggas hating on a muthafucka Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches You got to keep bubblin' on 'em Platinum doublin' on
angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and on and on and on and
I'm still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new extremes But you'll always be my hero Even though you've lost your mind
? And they don't even know what's on my channel But that is true for almost everyone, everyone but you My goat, my crab, my scorpion You're my icons '
never, never, never It's now or never, boy Can't take no more, I'm ready to go You already know, you stay on my mind It's got to be just you and me So
to squeeze my lime In my simple way Guess you could say I'm living in the big time I'm having the time of my life No worries on my mind Everything's
Ice Walked over to her, started sayin' my rhyme She said, "Ice you're so bad, you damn near blew my mind" I kept on rappin', runnin' my mouth The next
plate my mind with walls and shields As I escape from the killing fields I can understand Mind over matter I know what it mean Mind over matter Mind over matter Mind
the crowd in a straight line The closer she got, mad thoughts ran through my mind Yo, what would I say, yo, how would I chill? My mind drew a blank,
look cute Bitch, that shit's wack Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist Mind locked on ???? load of my
pound break it down, blow it like trial, Panatella Dutchy wine in my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, Stacks in my backpack, shades on
your friends always tying up every line on your phone yeah but tell them b-tches that you'll always be my missus and the hardest part about the f-cking business is minding
it for the season And niggas on the lookout Take away your strips of General status, baddest Always move them anyways Creep only when I attack my rap
are takin' over my mind And it feels like ooh But you don't know my name And I swear It feels like ooh You don't know my name (Round and round and round