t touch me, you ain't had none of that so imagine that Somethin' about that thing, that thing that you do Keeps me running back, running to you, baby I can't imagine
Превод: Хеави Д. Имагине Тхат.
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can't touch me, you ain't had none of that so imagine that. [chorus] Something about that thang, That thang that you do, Keeps me running back, Running to you baby i cant imagine
the function, throughout despair everybody put your muthafucking hands in the air that's how I do 'em I do the kind of shit you can't imagine you are
that, you idiot. It was a rhetorical question.'' Above them, Billy the Bird chirped proudly. ``Yeah, that's right. We bad. We bad''. Granfather decided that he'd
from the bottom, built an empire and torn it down Not Rockefeller, more like Mr. Cinderella And I'm standin in the rain with a ripped umbrella That's the, that's the That
I blew out get mad lifted Don't have to say up the show that I'm gifted God bless me 'cause I reach my 21st Heavy D, don't drop a curse Peace, peace,
way over your head, you like creativity? I'm a gangsta rapper, Lord, forgive the shit I'm sayin' But You'd be surprised where my music be playin' Yeah, that
ain't trying to see the pen Like a needle in a haystack we ain't trying to see the pen This is a luxury tax Yeah, imagine this, no, imagine that Gave
and down, you know next he found, Heavy D was blowing up, so then he tried to gain extra pounds, no thanks to that, they ranked him wack, only thing that
niggaz in them Cadillacs, swingin' that battle axe A million dollars every 90 days, imagine that My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy gats Hit a nigga so hard that
fortune like A criminals wears a curse I want to chase that rabbit right off the rails And rip this metal keeping my mouth in check But I need that
I went down to the hiring fair for to sell my labour, And I noticed a maid in the very next row and I hoped she'd be my neighbour. Imagine then my delight
in the first degree Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped Bust that, gimme that
you in the backseat and tell you to slide Imagine That It aint my fault that my broads collide Imagine That Knock your girls off two at a time Imagine That
you dye, is this shit right here Boom, and this, ya know what I'm sayin'? Any color you want But it'd be like, blue and cream, ya know what I'm sayin'? Shit like that
string, I think I counts five pairs That's a little, but still, can I get a thumbs up? At least for the peachfuzz that sums up A tidbit, yeah that's it
