Feels like im gonna loose my mind Just touch me there one more time Time after time Chorus Dont Stop touch me there Thats the place rub me there Dont Stop
Prijevod: G. Vegas. Nemojte prestati.
lot of babies, y'all ain't family If y'all don't hear me, y'all don't feel me My album is bulletproof, y'all can't kill me In 2003 the lease is up We
in my chest Fuck punk motherfuckers that pray for my death Niggaz want me to show love, but ain't none left Won't speak no names, I won't waste my breath
And he's gonna get high, high, high When he's low, low, low The fire burns from better days And she screams, "Why oh why" I said, ?I don't know? The catastrophic
(So many questions) Why hate me, or should I say hate on me Why do brothers bump they gums and debate on me Why when I ride by and don't stop You feel
I'm wearin' a earring, but it ain't no Fruit Loop" Me and Frosted went to get a drink But she ordered somethin' bugged And I ain't know what to think
t-t-t-ta take off (2x) i say ey yo na na na, na na it's time to, move along we about to take off Verse 1: Mr. Vegas well, it's time for a fly out,
wedding Straight inna di bedroom mi and har headin Holla mi name!!! Yuh feel seh she heaven (Woman: Please don't stop!!!) A so di gal beggin Mr. Vegas
keep it goin' goin' (Bring it live from the L.A.C., Mr. X to the Z) Liar liar, pants on fire, I won't stop rockin' 'til I retire Golden, golden, State
our shit Look the nigga bout to die and he don't even know it I fucked wit a lotta chicks that I don't even go at Have a suit from the coppers, the dope
is Throw some money on the books, 'cause I know how to call 'em Somebody tell my fam I got a gamblin' problem I don't know when to stop, maybe when
t no freak ho, I ain't no duck ho I ain't no "took me out to eat so we gon' fuck" ho Fuck no! I'm a look-but-don't-touch ho The baddest, one
you don't stop You don't stop, you don't stop Big L is on the other you don't stop You don't stop and you don't stop Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop
the house to say hey Aka the night stalker, bouncing through your residential Mr. Shadow's back to take it to the next level From San Diego, we ain't
You ain't safe or sound when I'm around Now everybody listen, stop, look Lie straight or get booked by this Southside crook Yeah, I leave em shooked in the state of shock Don't
