enough What a feeling, oh what a feeling What a feeling, oh what a feeling What a feeling, oh what a feeling What a feeling when we love What a feeling, oh what a feeling
翻訳: バッドボーイズブルー. ホワットアフィーリング.
with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a
Bad Boy on the countdown Too slow can't keep up, no, better run Don't stop, what we gone too far Don't flop, what we just too large See that Bad Boy
what if there's no love to lose? If everyday I saw sunshine And it, it never rained the blues If my fear were tears I wonder, could they fall If a smile
made the stash The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim Thanks to a little
Hold on little girl Show me what he's done to you Stand up little girl A broken heart can't be that bad When it's through, it's through Fate will twist
Wears a gold Rolex and put a diamond on your hand The Itsy-Bitsy Spider was a whoridah Said he met the judge's daughter and went up inside her House, there's a
what we fixin to score a fuckin ki, so guess what I open my dresser drawer, 50 g's and a ki thats what I saw, I saw a bunch of shit now I be legit, Im
Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve Feel it? [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, Know what
s Ice Cube motherfucka He's a maniac, no I'ma fool motherfucka Old school motherfucka, blow through a motherfucka What you heard about a nigga so true
in the jag and dip Nag a bitch and flag a ship Over there like a bag of chips Whodini and genie out of a bikini that's a magic trick Abra Kadabra, I
y'all and it just don't stop Dig it I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys sadness Who knows what
flame Put me on the track and I'm a really let a motherfucker feel it When I do it, how I do it, what I do If a nigga really want to test (Come and test
on, you just a target Waitin' for a hard hit I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams We big boys
and play Mat lock But never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why Farrakhan formed a Million
they planned a biological test The doctor said I'll be fine and planted a mic in my chest It's Highteck, I got the fucken feds tracing my steps So what's next? a
