Took only a kiss To blow you away All in my head I'll play dead, if you want me to If you want me all in my head I'll play dead, if you want me to If
Took only a kiss To blow you away All in my head I'll play dead, if you want me to if you want me all in my head i'll play dead, if you want me to if
Traducere: James. Play Dead.
betrayed Took only a kiss To blow you away All in my head I'll play dead, if you want me to if you want me all in my head i'll play dead, if you want
had a great big fight And she made him sleep on the couch all night James Madison never had a son And he fought the War of 1812 James Monroe's colossal
well For the white horse of heroin will ride you to Hell, to Hell Will ride you to Hell until you are dead Dead, brother, dead This is a revolution
two like Trugoy Wyclef, Pace 1, yo, this was how the West was won Our motto, a true Desperado, rappers want to be actors So they play the Jesse James
somethin' that your fake ass never can handle With your SP-12 and your raggedy samples Better stick with the James Brown and pay him 'Cause the JD-800 ain't even playin
to buy a ticket And check what my man's got to say Right or wrong, don't you think that he deserves a play? 'Cause he's living for you and you and you
leave ya mouth wide Soul, legs and the body Spirit from me now, rise I arrive to take lives and tell lives I'm wanted dead or alive, cause when the needle
lazer beam vocals You know you messing with a dart master, right now J-Love, hit them niggas [Ghostface Killah] Yo, who want to battle the Don? I'm James
and hear the drummer drumming, Ring Ring the alarm, bring it back to react and respond, I'll Pierce your teflon vest with Double O's like James Bond,
back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act My tactics is lethal Leave the whole town hella smokey like that band that steppin over dead people
leave my dick alone, I done bout me a key and changed my name to James Jones Pimpin ain't dead, ya heard what I said, How the fuck is pimpin dead when
mess with me 40th my pedigree, Big L regale R.I.P. to hand me legs, some name stamp he said Saying my dear you, tomorrow your families dead You a fag
Back again, bently to the back, throwing welly tags Lady's holla back Back again, this time we here to stay, ain't got no time to play Stay out my fucking
my shoes, Hip Hop's in hard times if it's said, that time is money, Then I've been paying dues until I hit the red, Is it dead, or is it just the picture
limousine On the back seat were scratches From the marks of men, her fortune she had won Couldn't see through the tinted glass She said, "Home James
