, woah With a little sweet and simple numbing me What a dizzying dance? Woah Ah ah ah, this sweetness will not be concerned with me No, the sweetness
번역: 지미는 세상을 먹어라. 단맛 (신규 / 라디오 버전).
Ooh, damn Rich I'm feeling this. This some old 96 New York shit right here. [First verse] I love waking up this morning smelling like you. I sniffed
and want word with this Kid who punked out bust a shot up in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin' Crushed out heavenly, UG rock the sweet daddy
take no mo' You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to go (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Puff Daddy I pray
all, I ball like the nigga I am Niggaz hate, bitches cheer like Norm, Cliff and Diane I'm in a state, of mind that should be the fifty verse I run radio
Our songs good to go straight to the radio Flex easy on the bomb let these niggas hear to flow We Americas most dangerous to have fans New York, New York
***Verse 1 I need some hiphop, if thats quiet alright Can you please define, explain for me why Can't I put hop with the hip Melodies with the rhyme Be
anticipation of their own death, they await his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they share his
I'd better get used to this poop du jour Sure as hell they won't play anything new Oh yes, I love you really Classic Rock Radio Oh, my dear it's time
of hell's tutelage bruisin shit Every time you make a move the industry start the new movement kid I'm not losin bitch Essentially on the edge of a generations new
There's a brand new sound that's sweeping the nation, every mall, every radio station, kids go crazy to the driving beat, cars go driving to the crazy
s Came through a new roof i had to drop the ceilin' Made a lil paper its off of drug dealin{yea yea yea} ya know ya boy did that [verse 2:] Man down
na na Life sweet Na na na na na na Life sweet Na na na na na na Life sweet Na na na na na na Life sweet [Verse 1:] Hey, Ghetto youths have it harda
all, I ball like the nigga I am Niggaz hate, bitches +Cheer+ like Norm, Cliff and Diane I'm in a state, of mind that should be the fifty verse I run radio
na na na na na Life sweet Na na na na na na Life sweet Na na na na na na Life sweet Na na na na na na Life sweet [Chorus:] And I'm grindin until I'm
and my wrist loose Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too [Verse 8: N.O.R.E.] New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet We will blackwall
the new orleands where the blood at the beehive, and aint nothin sweet unless its presidential, cause that is where i sleep, so give me my key! [Verse