Fordítás: Cukor Jones. Keep On Walkin ".
Keep on walkin' Keep on walkin' See, see me walkin' down the street, tryin' to make me look at you You ain't got nothing' better to do, cause I'd rather
' Misdemeanor got that ice that keep 'em lookin' Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, man They be trippin' and them haters just pussies Feelin' on me, feelin' on
! Yeah! My people! Yeah! The foundation of the United States Rests on the sweat of my people Every enemy of the USA Has had to face my people on the
I always keep the body looking fine The dimple, the smile, nothing out of line No dirt in the dimples, I keep the face neat No sugar in the body, I eat
unknown singer (The Game)] I don't care that you lookin like Beyonce on her best day (I ain't fuckin wit'chu) You got your high heels on and your body
what my click say Them bitch ate, sweeter than sugar pussy your dick faced {Joe Mafia} I answer this, many late nights, puffin on cancer sticks On hell
happenin on some bamboo monkey shit (uh) Keep my name outcha mouth, nigga you counterfeit (uh) [Hook] [Verse 2:] I walk around this motherfucker, trippin on
My people! Yeah! The foundation of the United States Rests on the sweat of my people Every enemy of the USA Has had to face my people on the front lines
the Lord of our Love jones No ones home and she needs company for the feast that she was cooking so I slid on over to her piece Got on my eats, she's
come over the mall So I smashed in the crib, bumpin?, can?t walk {Oh, boy} With the doo rag on {Yo?, boy} When she sang that song she turnin? me on
ice that keep'em lookin' (Uh-huh) Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, mang. They be trippin' and them haters just pussies. (Woo) Feelin' on me, feelin' on
what my click say Them bitch ate, sweeter than sugar pussy your dick faced [Joe Mafia] I answer this, many late nights, puffin on cancer sticks On hell
Chorus: unknown singer (The Game)] I don't care that you lookin like Beyonce on her best day (I ain't fuckin wit'chu) You got your high heels on and your
