Fordítás: Dead Boys. Tell Me.
gotta tell me you're coming back to me You gotta tell me you're coming back to me You gotta tell me you're coming back to me You gotta tell me you're
this one Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs bad boys Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight fourty six? I'm hoppin' outta shorty whip I'm by the tell
it's the odd shottie that got cats, likening me To the mob John Gotti rap dudes bitin' me 'cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y
and watch Me, I'm oilin' up the Heckler & Gotch I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in I can still see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin' I
t gotta like me, I know millions of folks who love me You can see it how they yellin' and screamin and waitin' for me When I touchdown There's no need
And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags Uh huh, whattup? Tell you somethin' bout me
equivalent of Braille That's why they feel me in the favelas in Brazil And Waterhouse, 'cause real recognize real, rah You know me, I don't need no introduction Call me
home, well manner nice, respectful young man Momma taught me well but Daddy taught me through a jail cell Raised as a prince, n Young Money then took me
crash Which is to say... Sunday comes forget about work, ring that bell for whatever it's worth. If you ask me like I know you won't I'll tell you what
here You played her with an apron like, ?Bring me my dinner, dear? She the nigger here, ain't we in the free world? Death penalty in Texas, kill young boys
me inside Put me inside, put me inside Put me inside, put me inside I keep the wolf from the door but he calls me up Calls me on the phone, tells me
shake a leg on the ground Like an epileptic battery man I'm making my move Lettin' loose like a belt Little worse for wear But I'm wearing it well Tell me
was gonna get a wedding ring She chose me and blows me like she owes me You knows me, I take whatever life throws me, shows me Girls don't like boys,
you care about, so you can hear my message, my confession, someone tell Usher, I seen the moonwalk, I guess the young thriller touched him, like he touched me
Better in hell than in the cell and it ain't no telling Where the coppers be dwelling One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me But, I practice
carry me no comma Niggaz bitches and drama I recollect walking and stoppin' Cops not even checking on me Juvenile delinquent and baby y'all be respecting me
momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself I found out she had to told me Just to show me just how good
