Well, I got a beat for your mama Well, I got a beat for your mind Well, you want to be what you wanna Well, you better reach deep inside Free your mind
silence begin to tear? But it just takes so much to make it real That it hardly matters But if you could see inside yourself Your world would shatter My mama
译文: 投. 妈妈拍.
译文: 妈妈的男孩原声带. 英国敲打 - 放手，她是我的.
silence begin to tear But it just takes so much to make it real that it hardly matters And if you could see inside yourself your world would shatter My mama
the silence begin to tear But it just takes so much to make it real that it hardly matters And if you could see inside yourself your world would shatter My mama
Tammy But ho's gon' be ho's so I couldn't blame Tammy Just talk to moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up, call it self-defense Swimmin',
full of money, club gonna jump 'Til I walk inside the doorway Bottles of the Rose, smellin' like Dolce and Gabbana Shawty, you the baddest and to meet you is an honor, lil mama
me) But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together (All up in my ears) Better now than never, business before pleasure (The mic is loud, but the beats
Uh ah uh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhahaha Check it out Flipmode squad Raw deluxe shit '98 Check it out I be the street shit The nigga your mama
1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 I'm the emcee called Ice-T That's DJ Evil E Islam creates the beats You girls look so sexy I wish you all were up here with me You
Thanks to jhsantos@sol.com.br for these lyrics. That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats 1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T You girls look so
on the bite Bittin' my rhymes, stealin' my style Bittin' on the ice like a crocodile You know I rocked so hard, it wasn't true Won the virgin girl, and her mama
, my heart be beating over My loving never stop, even though that it's over Girl I've been reminiscing when I play that Casanova Way back when we was kissing on your grand-mama
't, bet you can't Do-do-do it like me, so fresh, so clean This beat's crazy, this beat's obscene This shit's laced with shit so mean, mean, mean You're not mean This beat
' up outta there, yeah She like that, you like that? You say you bite, well, I bite back And I'm all go, we can do it 'til tomorrow I beat it up like
Get your money, whip ya hair Executive branch blow my smoke like a player Yeah, in the club, yes, it cracks Cute little mama, but they stack with backs
on the road So I call my mama when I got time I hit the stage, go insane Then jump into that crowd See, see, when I rhyme I flow on the beat like pidda
