Sunday night, instead of doing what I usually do, I I scan my computer looking for a site Somebody to talk to, funny and bright I scan my computer looking
译文: 王子. 我的电脑.
Sunday night, instead of doing what I usually do I.. I scan my computer looking 4 a site Somebody 2 talk 2, funny and bright I scan my computer looking
night, instead of doing what I usually do I.. I scan my computer looking 4 a site Somebody 2 talk 2, funny and bright I scan my computer looking 4 a
all my tracks are hot I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot-Like all my tracks are hot Stop going on AOL chat to
snitches and wire devices My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest Me and my bitch ride for
in that Supreme Cliee-ente He said just gave a nod with a thumbs up wink I just put down my dollar bill, took off my mink Bartenders know me big spenders
, ain't no stoppin' this rhyme I did this years ago, I guess I'm ahead of my time Computerized, that's my mental design Prince Short of Euclid I'm runnin
rock Adrenalin rushes my ego swells And the yells of the crowd make my hype excel My metabolism quickens my body gets sense That's when I metamorphosise into the royal fresh prince
the mind frame Slay like heroin bein' shot in the veins 9th Prince the principle, I was born invicible Slew with a tribute to my attribute Weak lyricists in my cipher stay mute My
goes on in his mind WORK! Then gimme the electric chair WORK! 4 all my future crimes-OH WORK! Electric chair Hey Ducky, let me stick the 7-inch In the computer
'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons,
strange diseases Wear my hat, on one night skeezers I roll dice, but don't bet on the horses Punks take losses and I don't reveal my sources So umm,
THAT BOY) faded all my ends Give a fuck if it were ten I want nine and the change (GIVE MY CHANGE BOY) Doing strange things behind mine and my change
be puttin' us all to de test! yow! The evil prince tap-dances over to thing-fish, harry & rhonda. Evil prince: (fake broadway singing) Pers'nally,
afore ye For me and my true love will never meet again By the bonnie bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond I trusted my ain love last night in the broom (own) (
