'll be willin' to be movin' well, I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet Had my head stoved in but I'm still on my feet And I'm still, willin
Vertaling: Little Feat. Willin '.
feat. Estelle {intro} Woah oh x 5 {verse 1} Yo it's like speeding down the highway with a blind fold on no hands on the wheel hopin' God will lead
insane fish like little silver knives make the cuts on my inside yeah let 'em feast my heart is big my heart is big my blood'll slide in metal studs tourniquet will
the glock will squeeze N-ggas clocking dollars don't know how to read with mouths to feed It's hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little
away It's the game that I play like the Ouija board You can't see me but you will believe me, and need me If you look a little closer you can see The
won't get away It's the game that I play like the quija board You can't see me but you will believe me, and need me If you look a little closer you can
) [verse 2 : tony sunshine] One's a little young, one's more fun, one on one, ain't no number 2, there's only number 1, number 1 and number 1. Which will
in the water Pig tails, overalls, freckles on her face Skinny as a toothpick turned side ways, Something happened to her when she turned sixteen, From a little
And getting your ass up and out your seats The drop-top up with the Flintstone feats We're gonna put you down with the tasty treats Hand me the mic and I will
done split your personalities a hundred ways now Well I wonder if you'll ever be satisfied' 'Til you walk on water at high tide There's only one man ever did that feat
', and a singin' and having a time and gee that cocaine tree look fine You've got to put on your sailin shoes Put on your sailing shoes Everyone will
about this place they call the Spanish Moon One false step, you get done in It's a cold situation If that -- that don't -- kill you soon The women will
(feat. G. Love & Special Sauce) Swing like a pendulum Rules you know I'm bending em All the cool kids on the back of the bus High like Mt. Everest
spine out Now that Cage got your back, you can spit that rhyme out I'm stompin' on these chat room fakes Whose hip-hop burf coincides with them cheesy remakes You little
top lexus Hot boy for all ya'll (all ya'll) Dip through my neighbourhood Still the same it's never gon change So much love filled with pain And I always will
roll She want platinum or ice or gold She want a whole lotta somethin' to fold If you a obstacle she just drop ya cold Cuz one monkey don't stop the show Little
day of yo birth till ya ride in the hurse There's nothin that happens that could've been worse Let me free, atom bomb will be the final sequel Which
