You, and I praise You You are the lover of my soul You are the giver of the second start And I praise You for who You are Seems too high for me to
You, and I praise You You are the Lover of my soul You are the Giver of the second start And I praise You, for who You are Seems too high for me to
Prevod: Big Daddy Weave. Za Who You Are.
I see If you would just believe that you are Who you are to Me Who you are to Me Who you are to Me Who you are to Me
I wear 'em on my shirt Wish I was free as Che was,I spend a day buzzed Trippin on heights, wishin for nights in different flavors The age of Kane and Big Daddy
to this, you're not allowed You keep frontin on the stage like you're rockin the crowd Snatchin the microphone real proud But your rhymes are so booty you
'm jackin' niggaz for pounds of bomb shit And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch When you
in the arms race Big money, big crib, big Cadillac Big daddy, boy, I cup big dro sack (that's right) Paper stack, big rain, big bling-bling Try to take big chain, big
m jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch! When you
Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival Like the Bible or any other good book that you read Why are 75
jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch! When you
