baby, yes, I'm the man I'm the man in a rock 'n' roll band I'm so crazy for you baby, yes, I'm the man, yes, I am I'm the man in a rock 'n' roll band
Traducere: Cheap Trick. Sunt Man.
kill us Dump us in a dark ditch Clean it up, call it a gang hit I gotta make my move 'Cause I'm a renegade I recognize When mind techniques Are being
While you count your jewels thinkin' I'ma cheat you The only one thing I wanna do is freak you Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes And I'll
me Now I'm livin' where I can 'cause I'm homeless Can't make point calls 'cause I'm phone less I ain't, I'm starvin' duke I can't go to mommas house
ll know cheap tricks are homegrown Travel to a place sweeter than home, listenin to Nina Simone Repeat this psalm, to the sky I'm keepin my palms Facin
stacked I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a tennis match I don't like to sign autographs half the time I scribble my name and draw a jackass design Calvin
me for a dance, I don't need one I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one I'm freakin' on like the next man When you take this cash, I'm lookin' up yo
cause you're black but if it ain't dirt cheap You're quick to say [Humpty: I'm finna go cross the skreet] And that's another thing, man, the way you'
know i'm blessed With the will to make sense of all this mess I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky And i'm the only M.C that'll never die
a mimic I'm talkin' to the Lord and I'm askin' Him for forgiveness Just for kickin' niggaz out the club like Michael Richards Yeah, I admit it, I'm
Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guy I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin' FUCK you and your commercial appeal I turn yo
Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do' I'm livin' everyday
devils stepped up playing brave God Had the fucking nerve to try and enter my grave yard I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrifice Commit suicide and I'll
is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold See I'm too smart in these cars, nigga, all my shit paid for And why should I rent a house, when I can
I feel like a boxer, bobbin' and weavin' But I'm gettin' head, she's bobbin and weavin' I'm grabbin' her neck to stop her from breathin' I'ma wild out
I won't stop till I reach the top Now I just bought a brand new car GS4 but the notes is too high So I'm gonna hit the club and pull some hoes Before
bank, nigga what you think I'm the wrong one to lie to Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who supply YOU And ya'll a bunch talk money I'm tryin
