seen an uptown, well-read thoroughbred High-tone woman sink as low as you Oh no, I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorough bred High-tone woman sink
seen an Uptown, well read, thoroughbred, high tone woman Sink as low as you Oh no, I?ve never seen an Uptown, well read, thoroughbred, high tone
译文: 海峡，乔治. 高音调女人.
never seen an Uptown, well read, thoroughbred, high tone woman Sink as low as you Oh no, I?ve never seen an Uptown, well read, thoroughbred, high tone
need you here with me that all i can think of but brother tone can rape really good im just the back round singer but we both dance i go to east central high
take her to the crib unless she's bonin' PD call her on the phone and Promise I'll leave her moanin' Now she zonin' Tellin' me she's all alone and Love the dark chocolate tone
sit up, look back It wasn't nothin' but a microphone contract Dressed in black, I stalk my prey Parabellum in a leather attache Low tones I speak, I
never play me [Unverified] Suckers don't, but some do The real troopers bring the Ice to you And close friends to me, yeah, Public Enemy These stations have high
in my eyes, noticing no other guys Are you telling me this is a sign? Don't think about it, boy leave her alone Nigga you ain't no G She likes my tone
planet, Im on another planet. [Verse 3] I'm next to the moon, close to the sun, so call me a star, I'm as bright as they come. High in the sky, connected
you are Money, clothes and fancy cars, so high, you're on the top You's a superstar, that's what you are Money, clothes and fancy cars, so high, you'
yeah yeah, uhhh How you livin maino? [Maino:] Im surrounded by women friends. Tell mouse bring the truck we gon fit em in. Think ones skin tone like
fuckers and your soul is with God Your mind keeps lurkin' to earth watchin' your own murder reoccur For ever struggle, every strip and every ghetto For every nigga toned
's flames among But fondest in the wind it makes it moan And saddest in the sedge the wind replies Awaking echo's echo with it's tone And mem'ry's mem
firelight's flames among But fondest in the wind it makes it moan And saddest in the sedge the wind replies Awaking echo's echo with its tone And mem
But, if dances don't lead to romances You might as well be born, be born with two left feet You might be a sweet-toned sure 'nuff high-class talker
New York City, N.Y.C., pretty mean when it wants to be Black leather, knee-hole pants, can't play no high school dance Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em
