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Vertimas: Brangakmenis. Vėl ir vėl.
Stare at lots of things The fast and steady streams Again and again and again. Do what I should Try to stay busy Your face is all I see Again and again and again
nigga B.I.G. Listen to me playboy, check dis out I go, on and on and on and Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin' PD call her on the phone and
my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win and
moves to make Streets is dark but still I illuminate, nigga I could see the way Till I see the end to me and BIG meet again, yeah Curry going, hit again
woman like you wanna Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin' on the corner She got caught by the curls and the jewels Lookin' for a nigga
hot and wet The way you move I can't forget I came, I came, I came again It felt so good I told my friends You can have my cars, my jewels, my wealth
knew you'd be on top again!" And we 'bout to hit Jacob the Jeweler So I can be like Slick Rick, and rule ya Dr. Martin Louis the King, Junior And I'
turning round and round In the cities of the Southern Sky Set points universe Dreams he of glory Pulsating round and round Future times will stand and
round and round) In the cities of the Southern Sky (set points universe) Dreams he of glory (pulsating round and round) Future times will stand and clearly
chin Impregnate and shoot up the embryo sack with mack 10s Triplets quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins That fetus is fallin out all over jack is back again
Go on and close your eyes, go on imagine me there She's got similar features with longer hair And if that's what it takes to get you through Go on and
at it again, everybody knows, Hands in the air, its a stick up, stick up, no funny business or you get lit up, lit up! You test I you gon' die, And at
it again, everybody now Hands in the air, its a stick up, stick up no funny business or you get lit up, lit up You test I (I), you gon' die (die) And
world To their knees, they dropped and started to worship And giving thanks to God above for the Prince of Peace, our Lord No one knew back and then
bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck and blowing your dick cock is she up to scew and down to fuck it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of smut
And I'm a grown man so I know my sins And niggaz don't get the picture so do Kodak win? The shit'sover their head and under their nose Not a star
