chooses the rules to the game Please hold on, stay with me Tell me what you have in mind Please hold on, stay with me Baby, don't you leave me behind Please hold on
Превод: Чикаго. Молим вас Холд Он.
the rules to the game Please hold on, stay with me Tell me what you have in mind Please hold on, stay with me Baby, don't you leave me behind Please hold on
house,yeah (verse one) You go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the
she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Verse 3: Hold up wait
how they ask when I'ma stomp on my dude And when I'ma cock it and pop it, and what I'ma drop on my dude Inevitably, instead I'ma be the most incredible
my face, I might take a try Money motivated that nigga that threw up my sign My wife's on my side with a .9 ready to ride Hold my sixth sense up and
, pitch fast or slow Collabo, So So, whatever I spit on Is goin', goin' gone I'm Sammy Sosa on the vocals and white socks And Afros are my accessories, worth a fortune Please
you know they rowdy, rowdy Gameface on, man we gangstas fo' sho CP-3 representin' Dirty South, the N-O C-Murder, hold the block down We get paper whoadie even on
the time to examine a napkin in a chicago hotel room I wasn't alone it was a night after a show space was full energy was consumed there was a girl emphasis on
this song does nothing? Bring on the requisite strangeness It always has to get a little Weird, a little weird Yeah, you just bring on the requisite strangeness Bring it on
'm gone So kiss me once, kiss me twice, Maybe I'll stay for just one more night And honey, say what you feel, Please mean what you say I wanna hold onto
on top You could put her face into a pail of slop And she'd come up smelling like a rose How she does it, heaven knows. Reporter. Hold on
take a little time and we leave it all behind Sing one more song. Oh, won't you stay just a little bit longer Please, please, please say you will...
York Seventy Six, before Graham and after Chris... OK In August of 2001 my seemingly splinter-proof brain bone, scaffolding imploded I kept it on the hush, but nearly tumbling to the cold hard concrete on
circuit breaker, flickin' the light switch The kid like is he known for givin' you wild hits I keep my name on the way on top of the now list Bangin' on
