guy I think about you All I want is you All I need is you Oh babe Be mine And let all this obsession come true Oh babe Be mine Ohh wOhh ohhha?¦babyyy
Preklad: Static-x. Be Mine.
4x Keep my ears 2 da street heard thru da grapevine Him and dem niggas steady runnin wit plottin on mine Get how a live yea im ready 4 da static 50
Brandish your torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born Inbine your neighborhood to let me if you could Be a G or you claim to be let me know if you
that fuckin beach, with that what Nike sandal got em on my feet, hide behind tint be blowin sweet them hoes be on my dick be blowin up it be so neat dont
these rappers be scared to step an inch in my sector cuz i school that ass like a Princeton professor you approach your bars with hesitation I appraoch mine
beginning let it be like the record spinning As a child I stack 45's in a pile blow the dust off Put it on before I can walk Play static on my pop dukes
bass line strummin money is gettin hot but the lyrics keep, comin' feel like i'm trapped inside my mother's womb adrenaline's flowin, it's bound to be
possible cancer which has manifested In the mirror far right of his forehead About a world that could never be kind, never be kind Never be kind (x7)
together See I got wreck, wrapping things in check You got germs, worms, plus a lack of respect I'll be teachin, you couldn't handle A style like mine
Hold it to my grave I'd rather die than be a slave Slaves come as dope dealers Some come as addicts Some come to run while the others cause static [
You the tightest motha fucka let me find out When I pull mines out I could gaffle mr. keebler for all his chips ahoy out the chalk town house Give you static
titles Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wage earner, See I be what John Wilkes Booth
niggaz out the gutter, now they're rolling with the Sam Sneezy. Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry, these whack creators, I call 'em imitators (ah yeah). Be
gon, pookie say they rollin dice blocks from mine Like 2pac on hennessey, until I pass out Blowin on some green, I cant be seen, up in that glass house, playa Chorus [x
really shit to me Cause I don already fucked that hoe But you cant tell and you cant see How a pimp that be me, be actin quiet and calm Be quick to snatch
bubble, if tha static start Infrared up on his heart That's to set this shit apart Nigga, that's b4 it starts Chorus: juiell (repeat 2x) Take out fucked
