Laulunsanoja:
Undercover The Eyes Of Love

a shoulder to cry on A face on a lover, with a fire in her heart A man undercover but you tore me apart Now I've found a real love You'll never fool

When the Chinatown patrol came down To bring a little order there They came in undercover To the laundry's back room And right there before their eyes

of Port Arthur Keep that fire heat on ya street and the meat in your daughter Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover Just distribute my pollution, keepin' weight undercover

boy got me wide open The kinda the way he get up close and get my thighs open You the, when we start movin' This nigga got me make love with my eyes

beanies gotta crush Keep something in my pocket case these fellas try and rush Brown eyes, five ten, dark skin I'm Mr. Dizzee Rascal, why you even asking Undercover

, lover, friend I'll be your everything If you ask, I'll be that Say you want me, I'll come running I can be your baby Just you ask, I'll be that My girl, my love

a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you

't even eat Cause you give me butterflies, them butter thighs need to be publicized A wonderful face and waist that's great and there's no mistake that I love the eyes

yet where my little brother let me holla at him whats up cat I got you covered stay in the books them streets is a motha undercovers posing as hustlers