we got temp plates Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and yappin' Smokin' Buddha straight from Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen I ain't tryin' to point no fingers
(Sky Saxon) Have you ever been there in a strange house Somebody pointing a finger on you Saying, "Looky, what did you do" A pointing his finger right
care what you think of me, I don?t care And I don?t care, my Father, he knows me well No more, no more, no more pointing fingers To take that spotlight
plus we got temp plates Now hud steady streetin', not listenin' and yappin' Smokin' buddah straight from cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen I ain't tryin' to point no fingers
there any reason to pick a fight? Your street's filled with glass houses You're throwing stones Hey boy, are you throwing stones at the other side? Pointing fingers
, what you think of me, I don?t care And I don?t care, my father, he knows me well No more, no more, no more pointing fingers To take that spotlight
번역: 디 D. 잭슨. 손가락질.
번역: 할렘 월드. 손가락질.
번역: Justifide. 손가락질.
번역: 싫어하는. 손가락질.
plus we got temp plates Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and yappin' Smokin' Buddah straight from Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen I ain't tryin' to point no fingers
care, what you think of me, I don?t care And I don?t care, my father, he knows me well No more, no more, no more pointing fingers To take that spotlight
you point the finger Three is pointing back at you And all the accusations you've been makin' Is probably something you would do Remember when you point the finger
it?s a different day now Got someone different here now I'm sure you feel like I let you down Oh, but you pushed me out You can try to point the finger
You could get the finga, the middle (Come and get some) Ahh yeah, they love to point the finga You could get the finga, the middle (Come and get some)
such a game And I'm not pointing my finger at you No, I'm not pointing my finger at you So many times we get in over our heads And the heart and the mind
's sky high Fully traumatized, wonderin' why, why Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no need for names We don't point fingers, title you claim Go here, start
look at you She hides true love, en su bolsillo She's got a halo around her finger around you You know that I love you, boy Hot like Mexico, rejoice At this point