Lirieke:
The Calling Keep Your Hands To Yourself

shelf She said, "Don't hand me no lines And keep your hands to yourself" But baby baby baby, why you treat me this way? You know I'm still your lover

Vertaling: Die Oproep. Hou jou hande na jouself.

I turn that thing into a rain-forest Rain on my head, call that brainstorming Yeah this is deep, oh, but I go deeper Make you lose yourself and finders keepers

matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah) Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit Oops Cristal keep

ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend? Could you keep your cool

leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No offense, I'll put your face

tonight still have you again in the morning tell your job to your boss that your boss is here i've been patient you've been waiting for this day to come set yourself

t yours Jealous of yourself, watermelon tellin herself Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin Fendi bag high-willie in jag, gorilla mag Blow you out the back, throw your

gain control Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes Read more, learn more, change the globe Ghetto children, do your thing Hold your head up, little man, you're a king Young princess, when you get your wedding ring Your