Fordítás: Törvény Fast. Don't Turn Around.
heart of mine Just walk out the door See if I care Go on and go, but Don't turn around 'Cause you're gonna see my heart breaking Don't turn around I don't
Turn to Interrupt, Doesn't take alot to Start me up I don't Think you really wanna do it right now Not with me (with me), Don't start with me (with me
I'm bringin' sexy back Them other boys don't know how to act I think it's special what's behind your back So turn around and I'll pick up the slack (Take
talk bout "you know who" I don't know who you talkin' bout [Fabolous] According to my old b-tch I be on some new sh-t she was on some old sh-t, now
done with that I'll be back To get some more Once I get started I don't wanna stop And I can't turn around Brew - I can't turn it down Ironically I turn
nigga Uhh uhh yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at Born
it's me who needed to see you Nobodys home we can kick it all night I no that you don't have curfew Now don't move too fast But don't move too slow
down shortly, i gotta have her I gotta see but she don't know I already seen her goods before yeahhhh (Chorus) I been try to get her off my mind Fast
, girl I said, waitress where the 'Gnac at, I need a big sip Girl, if you don't get naked I'm about to dip 'Cause time don't stop, girl Get naked and
makin my squillion My mind set - I don't stop til I get a million But I'm seein baby momma's and grandpas gettin double Legit, that ain't my problem cos
doubled barreled guns Mutha fuckaz best run fuckin' around wit' al-bum, num 2 so Do not be fuckin' around wit' we and we won?t fuck around wit' you
' it up, fast or slow You know this thing don't stop till I say so Now get low, get low, keep that **** on the floor You know this club don't close till
take you under I just make you wonder I still fast, make salad, and pay zakaat I didn't make Haj yet, but that's my next project Livin two lives, one of turn
we can chill in like a 'zebo, gazebo Oooh, na na na Let me take you to Rio show you all around De Janeiro Teach em 'bout how be like a drummer, don't act
caught cause the dumb bitch talked How much you makin? What we're doin, wouldn't live that How much my V cost and where my cash stash at But the feds still couldn't
wanna act dumb Fuck the 40 round clip, I got the 75 round drum You vatos can't mean, now I don't give a fuck Times don't mean shit, when my shells are
? -whats the deal, son? How you doin man? -chillin man What you fuckin with that cat over there for? -he is my nigga, son. Nahah, don't fuck around
