found I never felt) The truth be told I'm never gonna know Miami, Miami, Miami Well, every hour on the hour (Every hour on the hour) Unhand me, goddamn me, Miami
no one else The truth be told I'm never gonna know Miami Miami Miami Well every hour on the hour (every hour on the hour) Unhand me, God damn me, Miami
Fordítás: Taking Back Sunday. Miami.
to hate it Desecrated while the coroner waited Any given Sunday, so where y?all rate it? With slavery, lynching and them drugs infiltrated I?m like that dawg Chuckie, baby Keep comin? back
't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black? Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back On my lap, in the jet to Miami an' back When I tear through
to stay home" Different color Hummers lookin' like a box of crayons Open up the back sound got they damn head achin' Me, I'm in the back seat playin'
Black Sunday on the day I hate breed Jesus paid and now we're all gonna bleed Dirty deeds and thier done dirt cheap Now they creep throught the streets From Miami
on Stoli's, eight thousand for this man you owe me I left the V.I.P. section lonely Me, white folks, Don Juan played the back The women chose me over
the hill, take the breath from her lungs (Country boys been overseas) Toppin it off, London, Germany [Chorus] [R. Prophit] Now shake it, bounce, sit back
feelin me Why she grillin' me, black? Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back On my lap, in the jet to miami and back When I tear through
prayer for those in combat. Might could throw somethin on the grill when you come back Might could take a trip to the 'Ville and then back We can all
[Hook:] T.H.U.G... Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Thugs... Everyday thugs we be Bone thug... I Sunday, Monday, Tuesday
stay home." Different color Hummers lookin' like a box of crayons Open up the back - sound got they damn head achin' Me - I'm in the back seat playin'
thousand for this man you owe me I left the V.I.P. section lonely Me, white folks, Don Juan played the back The women chose me over guess who? Pretty
feelin me Why she grillin' me, Black? Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back When I tear through
shoes, to my draws I show ya how to ball, take notes and keep looking Stay tuned to the show and see what Thugga got cooking Money back guaranteed, everyday
