译文: E型. 有雨.
there in the rain You said we would last forever Was everything I said to you all in vain? I just tried to make you see Why did you leave me standing there in the rain
in the rain You said we would last forever Was everything I said to you all in vain? I just tried to make you see Why did you leave me standing there in the rain
long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom Gripping you up, fucking, and choking you What the hell was I supposed to do? I know you ain't getting this type
, uhh, uhh, c'mon Hey yo, I pull up so aggressive nigga, hoppin' out the thang Ice drippin' wet like I just hopped up out the rain My picture perfect
1 Type: INTRO Yeah, alright, Kadalack Boyz East side, west side, south side On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star On the streets I'm a
I ain't playin', I must be your lady Yo, I call her shorty like my dude's in the south do Lollipop in the jaw, people in the mouth do Latina, make it rain
Bob Digi, U-G-O-D, Raekwon The Chef, the Inspektah Deck M-E-T-H-O-D the B-O-B-B (The Man) Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA The Genius, it's the Ol'
[Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius
banned from TV N.O.R.E moving shut the fuck up [Nature] Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail I kick street tales, choking niggas
N.O.R.E, the movie comin soon (Timbaland, SHUT THE FUCK UP) Tryin to be out in '98, you know ??? (Im tryin to watch this movie) This the real shit (Shut
bitches clits simmerin' in the crock pot And the shit don't stop until my muthafuckin' chronic or high drop It's just that insane type of thang, let the mac rain
break niggaz off Hard type or soft, line 'em up chalk 'em up as a loss See me in the parking lot doing my thang Love to see my old school dance in the rain
!) daisies growing out of ground. Gigantic daisy grows under him, carrying him up, up, and offscreen! E, ear: Typewriter is with a giant ear. After typing, "E
you savor You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor L'll have you breakin' locks I'll have you cookin' fried rice in a big steel box The type of
found you, you my crown jewel I'm sayin', Boo, the type I'd give my last name to At Lovers Lane put the top up When it start to rain in the parkin' lot
