Don't say no to love Don't say no if you don't know Don't say no to love Don't say no if you don't know how to love Don't say no to love Don't say no
翻訳: トムトムクラブ. 嫌と言えないもしない.
Block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block We got tom-toms over here bigger than a monster Block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block Tom-tom
t interested in making nothin special tonight everydays a celebration (everynight) I'm Tom Ford avated shading like keep ya squabbles baby ain't no need for decoration (I don't
don't think so, then you could get the fuck fuck I'm here to get you riders, so nigga what what And I ain't stopin' til we tear the fuckin' club up So
s in the club and who's on the drugs Who's throwing up before they digest And you still don't have the right look And you don't have the right friends
past Beatin' everybody an' the salary cap What now? You say Titan's your rep That's like Peyton winnin' big games out on Gillette We don't forget y'
then these rappers Lyrical ego trips doesn't make fortification Your not dope enough, spit self glorification So don't jerk me around cause my name ain't
the fade Then I played cards with the queen of clubs The queen of hearts with me cold fell in love As for the queen of diamonds, she don't like men
style's very crummy, that's why you have no money You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me Don't try to come before me, unless you
now 'cause you just put on "The Wall" Don't try to phone 'cause I won't return the call I could never fall in love With a member of a record club You
now 'cause you just put on "The Wall" Don't try to phone 'cause I won't return the call I could never fall in love With a member of a record club
as I handle my grit, talk mo' shit Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip Don't make me put a lump on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin
English Sweet carob rice cake, she don't care how the sweets taste Fake Philly cheese steak, but you use real toothpaste 'Cause if that Tom's don't
I kept my tables in the crib when I wasn't in the club Tom Rich and Mike Shafer used to give me rides And buy me groceries when I didn't have no paper
not to blink Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin' hard not to blink Don't wanna miss a thing, the song
view Life is but a dream, not about what you do With your blow and your juice and now you're drinking alone If you don't know it I can tell you When you
what you know Get down under the far below Do you see that you are in Foxy fox's foxy den Watch out how you play with her Mind that you don't rumple
