gotta do the talkin? talk Talkin' talk is not just talk Being there is half the walk If you wanna know yourself You gotta do the talkin? talk Talkin' talk
Fordítás: D'Sound. Beszélsz Talk.
around but the sound of my heart and your sighs Money talks But it don't sing and dance and it don't walk Long as I can have you here with me I'd much
But the one thing I wish I'd forget The memory I wanna forget Suddenly my cell phone's blowing up With your ringtone I hesitate but answer it anyway You sound
say you'd best to go your separate ways, guess that they don't know ya 'Cause today, that was yesterday, yesterday is over, it's a different day Sound
you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like To feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others' minds Just to see what we'd find Look at
me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I ball, chemo Drop the mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome
) Report to the dance floor (It's Bad Boy) Talk to 'em See you out the corner of my eye Leanin? on the wall, lookin' fly I want you to come be with me You?re the only one I wanna talk
Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table While I look outside So many things I'd say if only I were able But I just keep quiet and count the
Couple guys in first class on a flight from New York to Los Angeles Kinda making small talk, killin' time, flirtin' with the flight attendants Thirty
driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell Looked in the mirror what did we see ? Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P.D
a call. You know how we do? Roc-A-Fella Style, Peace [Ice-T] Peace out Motherfuckers said I'd never survive, here I am Check your sound scan virally
to the Seventh Deadly Sin To me the Seventh Deadly Sin is hardcore rap And I'm very proud to have been a part of that throughout the years I'd like
night, I think it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (fuck!) D.T.'s rushed the party
the dome It's the G-style Gangsta style G style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin
driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell Looked in the mirror what did we see ? Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P.D Pigs
rappers flow Talkin' bout the way they rocked the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was goin' down Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound
