in you 'cause I don't want to have to be Alone tonight, it's alright I know that I'm gone But here now, somehow I can feel you with me in my heart Alone
Vertaling: Slick Shoes. Alleen.
seen you in so long. I'm never there when you need it most. No matter what road you walk down on your own, I'll be there. You won't always have to be...Alone
off brushed the gold teeth like Slick Rick Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick
fat boy, be the truth Nigga live and learn, learn the streets or get burned Niggas take what you earn, they be slick as a perm Man I try to be slicker
song for you Which one is that? and hope that you know Im thinking of you now. The one that makes me laugh. So Ill sing this little song for you alone. Alone
give up this fight? Will you be alright, when you close your eyes? Will you be alight; when you close your eyes; when you say goodnight? All alone.
Sitting alone, in the rain, one day you came and sat by me. When I looked up, you just smiled and said hello and I saw your pretty face. I never knew
Three and then a four, four Then you gotta breathe Then you gotta Then you gotta Sure these niggaz can't breathe When I come through, hum too, some shoes
freeze with my hands on a hot hood And gettin' jacked by the 'You-know-who' When in a black and white, the capacity is two We're not alone, we're 3
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who When in a black and white the capacity is two We're not alone, we
in the zone Leave bumpy alone! bumpy get it on Bumpy spit chrome, bumpy hold a throne Now, bumpy bring it home! [verse 2] I wear rolex watches and alligator shoes
Two) Three and then a (Three) Four then you gotta (Four, breathe) Then you gotta Then you gotta Sure these niggas can't breathe When I come through Hum too, some shoes
in the zone Leave Bumpy alone! Bumpy get it on Bumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a throne Now, Bumpy bring it home! [Verse 2] I wear Rolex watches and alligator shoes
, B-K don't play Harlem World Where niggaz get the money all day Boogie down Bronx, specialize in gunplay Triboro, so thorough, always Where I'm from, dudes get sliced
brawl And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And
my light saber that came in one fancy flavor My strange behavior led to an outburst The night felt good but the day got worse I thought I was alone
SERVANT Miss Marian Halcombe (Fosco is pleasantly surprised. He shoos the servant away. He slicks back his hair back, adjusts his smoking jacket.
