Well I've been trying for ages And it looks like it's all in vain And if things don't start looking up pretty soon I'm going home Well the folks back
Vertaling: Raai Wie. Fair Waarskuwing.
J. Cole] Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline Im trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess
. Cole:] Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess
So I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is Niggas we bring it to {
through the limit But try ta play me and ya ass I get up all in it Don't try to cop please now son, it's dead and done I gave you fair warning so run
like (We not) Did not go into our pot Double, double, toil and trouble Fire burn and cauldron bubble Fair is foul and foul is fair We must warn you,
crew that's deceased If I get revenge, then they rest in peace Somebody's got to suffer, I just might spare one And give a brother a fair one Stay alert
[Aesop Rock] Before shooting troops was cooler than hula hoops, high noon was your basic who's who of brutal truth. Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow
bitch take a foul, fuck your mama Smack her if she never warned you about a walking bombita time-ah I ain't lying ya boys-ah, that's a fair one ask Illa
Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met
you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you
(feat. El-P) [Aesop Rock (El-P):] Before shooting troops was cooler than hula hoops High noon was your basic who's who of brutal truth Hot summer gun
Why does he open me Only to shut me out again Guess that's just him I wouldn't take it from another man Guess he needs time To trust me right So I can
ain't got no mutha fuckin friends Thats why I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who
try ta play me and ya ass I get up all in it Don't try to cop please now son, it's dead and done (I gave you fair warning) So run and get your guns It
