Preklad: Magic Sam. Sweet Home Chicago.
That's why I did what I had to do All I ever really wanted was cash But he caught a buck So I had to spank that ass [magic] These people question my
ha I'm dat muthafuckin nigga everybody been talking bout Ya'll know who dat is Dat's me Huh? wuh? Dat nigga nigga Mr. Magic Dat nigga nigga Mr. Magic
[Intro:] Magic.. N B Ridaz (Only If I'd known..) With the homie Marcos (..how much you love me, and i love you...) If I only did then what I now know
I'm not well, can't you tell? I've never felt like this before Very strange, got no pain But I can't wait to get some more I'm in love and you taught
son Well he sure is having fun in a magic world Every moment's built to last When you're living without a past in a magic world
leave Seems I'm under a magic spell (magic love) Any way I try, I just can't hide I'm under your magic spell (under a magic... ) And nothing enough
I'm confessin' that I love you Tell me, do you love me too? I'm confessin' that I need you Honest, honest I do, I do, oh yeah In your eyes, your eyes
I lay back on a hammock Under an oak tree, like I was peelin' pecans But instead, I'm peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich Think I'ma turn into
gon-it my boss is all on it Imma duke of hazzard your crews a has-been Popping pills in yemen I got stupid habits A ruthless addict, gucci fabrics My group is magic
that's a different charge Tre-8 never jam if I gotta blam blam! If you not a regular, I'm taxin' you like Uncle Sam Rubber gloves, blue magic and some
my life before I let you bitches run me I know what I came for, so what 'cha lookin' for What 'cha came for....... [Chorus 2Xs] [Big Ed] What in Sam
And say where them dollars at? like gansta boo And skee mask on the muthafucken dash my nigga Cause if you see me that's yo' muthafuckin' ass my nigga And mr. magic
Hey, Louis Prima There's something that I just gotta know Have you still got that old black magic Or are you just a gigolo? All we need is Sam Butera
(Terri/Eric) Time's a mister crime's a mister Mister right is sex and shelter Sam says fists can make him feel like magic Sam says bitch let Sam devour
that I gave ya In jail with no bail and now nothin' can save ya You want me to visit? I ain't with it lizard We had magic now ya lost without the love
hear every one That crime is over, but my rhyme ain't done Captain Crunch was a slanger of narcotic cereals And Toucan Sam was his right hand "Man" Now Sam
on the strength that I'm holding This is mega you never heard my chain got stolen I pitch like Randy Johnson Dudes needed work I assist like Magic Johnson
