I can't get next to you Girl, you're blowin' my mind 'cause I can't get (next to you) Can't you see these tears I'm cryin'? I can't get (next to you
Bản dịch: Rolling Stones. Can't Get Next To You.
you gon' need a towel ride sexy through the city see me you will be aroused my bankroll so well endowed pull b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style and
Stick up, hands in the air You move, you lose, 'cause the Ice don't care No chance to run, don't shout Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out Grand Larcenist
ball's throwing mold You can't get a grip if there's nothing to hold See the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt But if you must smash a glass first
Murderin' the block, half past grind mutherucker be the time On the watch What you wanna do with me, King Powder flow untouchable If you don't believe, then homie you
I can't call it Same shit, different toilet, oh you got a nice ass darlin'! Can't wait to get you into my Benz, take you for a spin What you mean we aint
stone-cold alcoholic for eternity If you're an alchy and you know it, take a swig If you're an alchy and you know it, take a swig If you're an alchy and you
rides whatever you need Just step next door we fully equip with automatics Police detect us, let's roll, roll, roll And when you ride with Bone don't you
whatever you need My nigga just step next door We fully equip with automatics Police detect us, let's roll, roll, roll And when you ride with Bone Don't you
by you wish you could sex her But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter Next days function high class luncheon Food they're serving, you're stone
back to CO to rock the show I'm sorry but I have to go There's so many ladies that I know You can try to get me here to stay But you know that I'll
dick) Get ya stoned and get ya wide Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!) Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah) Get ya stoned and get ya high
I'm stone cold paid Packed the trunk of clothes and funk Jumped on the plane, now what's my name? Honey child, you can't tell me nothin Out in the motherland
the closet Next to the fat bags full of chronic Puto, don?t ya be steppin?, with ya hands open Askin? me "Can I get a hit of what t?cha smokein" I ain
right back on 'em with a I can't call it, same shit, different toilet Oh, you got a nice ass, darling Can't wait to get you into my Benz, take you for
you're gone, you don't come back, too bad You're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk
you're gone, you don't come back Too bad, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk
