번역: 사랑의 연결. 두.
I also have a cutie to call who loves the way I knock on her boots Well let's help them back Let's handle that In two-to-six hours, We'll meet back
outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
', what are you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love
Yea, yea, this shit sound like One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the full moon out Niggaz in they trucks creepin' With a fresh box of ecstasy pills
packin' Magnums and glocks Man connections, who trips the question? Niggas on the way to play in a laser rain Nigga, you got two strikes and I got two
hard, so I do it You got a problem, work through it I love New York night, bright lights and action I love bailin with my Bronx niggas, party crashin I love
leavin', that's how you get me back After a year of them 16's, it's one point two And that's two point four, and I'm only doin' two You wanted to gain
and tails Throw it at me, baby, I be the wishing well For real though I know our shits not perfect We connected in our space Where our love's written
on his opposite Oh, Marion I think I'm in trouble here I should have believed you When I heard you saying it The only time (Ooo) That love is an easy game (Ooo) Is when two
[x2] Yeah, normally, it ain't a question We would cross paths like an intersection But she just too far away for affection So I pray that we never lose the connection
We knew it was wrong But we couldn't resist Just a meaningless kiss Til I fell in love With you But you didn't want me to Oh no And here we are two
stage Would it satisfy you, would it slide on by you? Would you think the boy is strange, ain't it strange? If I could win, if I could sing A love song
muskrat Hut one! Hut two! And bust back! 'cause that's just how we do in fact How do I feel me? Fuck that touch molest two And what's that little
scoop me, blowin' dukey, in the black Range-Rover Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for Tell these niggaz why we here Nuttin' but the New York to Texas connection
wo, woo Yeah, yeah, I love you (Mamma) Wo, woo, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yo, yo Mamma, I love you (Yeah) Yeah, yeh (Wooaa) Wo, woo (Wooaa) (I love you
Sausage shaped, red shit hangin' from his waist Nigga, I'm well connected By the time you hear this, I'll be in jail But I probably got two cells connected
Sausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist (SP) Nigga I'm well connected By the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells connected
