Don't need no ivory liquid. Don't want no afro sheen. Don't need the latest fashions. Don't want my hair to smell clean. I've got my automotion, I've
翻訳: はBad Brains. ドンの`tはそれを必要と.
Don't need no ivory liquid, Don't want no Afro Sheen, Don't need the latest fashions, Don't want my hair to smell clean, I've got my automotion, I've
steal He determined, don't try to touch Bad Boy 'cause we's burnin' I want my glory Duke is not a joke an' I ain't got, sorry Every time I grib the
Don't get it twisted with the rap y'all (rap y'all) Still walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all) Don't make me have to point it at y'all (at y'all
is it all in confusion? Better yet all an illusion Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin' for bruisin' Don't let this heartless bastard take my life away I don't
this too long (You don't have to wait, you don't have to wait on him, baby) All that you need I can give you (You don't have to wait, you don't have to
, I seen that shit) Columbian Dominican, yeah whateva Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, 20 G's, nigga please, Blew his brain's out 'cause witnesses we don't
Til there no remains What had me thinkin' your word was your bond? Don't you know, didn't have to call it love? If you knew it was a situation you wasn't
motherfuckin' meant it And if I brought it in the club, then Imma motherfuckin' spend it Cost a few hundred Bens and I'm motherfuckin' in it No need
Twenty matahran, go teewyin' it, wile it Nicki on them titties when I sign it 'Cause all these niggas so one-track minded But really, really I don't
ain't got shit to do with it Bygones'll never be bygones so won't be finished swallowin' my wad I ain't finished blowin' it, nice bra Hope it'll fit
get it I ain't trippin nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I
know what I'm sayin'? They don't like the fact that I use the word 'nigga' They say you a black man Yo, I tell em I'm a nigga they don't understand that
the range When we touchdown On the private plane, gettin' brain Till we touchdown There ain't no way to keep 'em quiet With T.I. and Shady, baby, we '
know that i'ma come and i'ma run them off you know it ain't a secret bitch you fucking with a boss bring me a bottle it don't matter what it
