You gotta take the time to show me That I'm your one and only I'm only one woman baby And I need a one woman man I'm only one woman baby Treat me like
翻訳: ジェイド. 女性一人.
people kill me gotti's just a spokesman for the north and they gon' feel me my block consists of.. lost hope gangbangers and street-thugs.. plus coke there's one way in and one
'm playa-jaded Most of these so called MCs is overrated and outdated New dawn, and it's a red one The only good rapper to me is a dead one *Golly, Dad
of a woman The warmth of a touch The novelty of love Feelings within my clutch I try to savor But it doesn't taste the same Senses numbed and jaded
Jade (Luck)] B-Brokers, Best meets best (The best) It's about time, don't you think? (Hey) Some real chicks Doin' real shit (Concern yaself) [Chorus Woman
to be a bastard I gotta have it, for fuckin those who try to fuck me Ms. Jade, wolf in the dress Got them things waitin never the less [Bridge BIG (Woman
that's a croc Cause you only care for yourself Your attitude stinks and I hate it You're arrogant, cocky and rude You're selfish, conceited and jaded
too jaded Because anyway you put it, bitch I made it Yup How did I end up right here with you After all the things that I've been through It's been one
[Chorus] How did I end up right here with you after all the things that I been through its been one of those days you tryin? forget about take a shot
woman, the wamth of a touch The novelty of love, feelings within my clutch I try to savor but it doesn't taste the same Senses numbed and jaded a little
'mon do it y'all, disco Uh, we gotta disco Uh, c'mon yeah, disco [Intro: T3 (Ms Jade)] Up up in the club we wantin' disco (Ms. Jade) On the street corner
numbered, one to ten. He sliced each from their knuckles. Is taking a life as glamorous as your records make it seem? What happened, a living woman wouldn
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years all told were but a score and three; And she knew by
slippin round on the linoleum like she's sweating petroleum So I excuse myself back to the nail care shelf, into Which one, bluest midnight, or jealous jade
