hand So I tell it like it is, always hit or miss Tell me to my face like it really is Make it plain to see straight from you to me Oh, here it comes
Käännös: Heittää. Puhua suoraan.
tight out of a big ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is
a kid, I made it happen On blocks packing, get them, jacking niggaz acting Watch me snatch them up, $100,00 ransom, no subtracting Front doors, tell your
taste it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it I can almost save it This shit makes no sense to me What does it
up, I get down. In charge of who is there in charge of me. Do I look on blindly and say I see the way? The truth is written all along the page. How old
El Paso my life would be worthless Everything is gone in life, nothing is left But it's been so long since I've seen the young maiden My love is stronger
of this famous harp years ago back in my home town But I sure never thought old Daniel be the one to come and bring it around Tell me Daniel how the harp
up or upside down Is it real or am I dreaming Lovely lady I will treat you sweetly Adore you I mean you crush me It's times like these When my
scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Goin' to shine like a sunbeam Keep on rappin, 'coz that's my dream Thank Mo D for sticking to the beats Now when
the truth is always grey Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away I ain't in no hurry You go run and tell your friends
me that the truth is always grey Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away I'm in no hurry, you go run And tell your friends
, the thrill is gone Woah, gone Though it was fun but now we're done, the thrill is gone Was is it just a chase? You're acting like you need some space Perhaps it
is the antidote Stroke that shiny coat Stroking's what it's all about My tail alone could tell you tales It's got a life all of its own Watch it move just like
they on that bullsh-t they don?t want no bread, it?s like tellin? a bad b-tch I don?t want no head, not me I tell that b-tch to go ahead, and when she
to do Tell me, how bout you? If you want it You come and you get it If you thought it It better be what you want If you feel it It must be real just
holdin' guns for weak thugs Riskin' their freedom, for short money and weak love Eighty five is tryna earn respect from them young boys Catchin' temper tantrums, havin' fits like young boys And bitches do it
could hang with anyone But when conducting business, she would lie about where she?s from Saying, "Life is how it is, not how it was" I learned to listen, felt like
