taking up space So don't say a word That I wouldn't say to you, to you So don't say a word That I wouldn't say Just crumble it up And throw it away
Fordítás: David Cook. Ne szólj egy szót.
re taking up space So don't say a word That I wouldn't say to you, to you So don't say a word That I wouldn't say Just crumble it up And throw it away
don't get you Then our fam Have u Scared to death straight cogeran man I been ill yo since a days a dalf a dan I been ill before da KRS battle wit
t know it would hurt this hard to hear you close that door.. So punch a hole in my paper heart 'cause I don't need it anymore.. Chorus What use is a
can cook, man Yo, I can't believe this, these bitches don't know where to fuckin' Put a salon up in the fuckin' hood, son I can't even make no money no
Better mind who you Feel and fingling We don't join Goose and gandering We don't join Chumpas squandering And the sound of The album cramping him Well we don't
Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what? [C.L. Smooth] The chef in one breath laid a dance of death on a grill pursuin and barbecuin
cook, man Yo, I can't believe this, these bitches don't know where to fuckin' Put a salon up in the fuckin' hood, son I can't even make no money no more
