on AARRGGHH Come on Woohoo Let's get it on Ohh baby Let's get it on Let's love sugar Let's get it on, Sugar Let's get it on wooohooo We are all sensitive
baby Then come on, oh come on Let's get it on, oh baby Let's get it on Let's love, baby Let's get it on Sugar, let's get it on We're all sensitive people
Vertaling: High Fidelity klankbaan. Laat ons dit op [Jack Swart].
Vertaling: Tenacious D. Jack Black Laat Dit is Get On.
, baby Then come on, oh come on Let's get it on, oh baby Let's get it on Let's love, baby Let's get it on Sugar, let's get it on We're all sensitive
got me reminiscing on them good times I'm turning off a real live drive and that's right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's ride Back in the
but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we
do it, I don't give a damn what you think I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up if it thinks it's stopping me I'ma
it You know you at the top when only Heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker
kicked But now he's married And he kicks his wife's ass Says it comes from problems That he had in the past Doesn't like blacks Claims he's upper class
Got a black game and it's sittin' on them thangs I kick the game from the street not the slamma Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer It's the
Then I jack and I kill The jack's for the money, the kill's for thrills I got nine thousand blacks that still serve crack Got a bitch who works the
another day on the Top floor of the balcony bitch Live it how we live it Moula, Drizzy You what it is, young boy appreciate that Yeah it's big money
-gga we not playing zero tolerance for that fake sh-t get shot playing, that's how we on it yeah its rap til we start spraying when you see the nozzle on
and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem Pole vault stroke 'em, strike it like bowlin' Now open like you yawnin', it's 6 in the mornin' Sleepin' on me
my shadow on a spoon Dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon Get busy, get busy, you know it I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin' jerk Gonna take it
be informants That Brooklyn bullshit, you better believe, I'm on it You know if my team would wanted (Flow) Put G's up on it But naw, I don't get along
, shank in my sock, you either get cut, get stuffed or get shot. this is the tale of captain jack sparrow, pirate so brave on the seven seas what?
