got our demons (Ohh, ohhh, OHH, OHH-ohh, ohh) Forgive me... uh! Let's go! [Chorus: Tone Trezure] I can't get you out of my system - Nooo, nooo, noooo
Traducción: Little Brother. Sistema.
our demons (Ohh, ohhh, OHH, OHH-ohh, ohh) Forgive me... uh! Let's go! [Chorus: Tone Trezure] I can't get you out of my system - Nooo, nooo, noooo (Turn
little mis-fuckin-understood Orientals were slaves too Word to this fuckin red white and blue People from Iran ain't never did shit to us So why the distrust? The system
three Why didn't my folks just die in this society? Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me? Two little brothers, two sisters, them
They try to take advantage of a nigga 'cause I'm black They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm writin
the Bad-Ass Banksta (The little punk) Now he's gonna play on out (Like a mark) Had to put his fat foot in his mouth (Little bitch) Quick to say, "I'
man By the money hungry seeking white man Fucking up our streets with pollution Then lock a nigga up for the solution There they go again pickin' on the little
in time, rememberin that rhyme Just a little somethin, to tickle your mind Now that I got your mind workin Yeah, how the J Beez workin? Jungle Brothers
) It's money that matters Hear what I say It's money that matters In the USA All of these people are much brighter than I In any fair system they would
me bad because they know i got them killa niggas out tha north if Gotti get tha word they'll take them niggas off and kids wanna be just like me systems
It was a nice sunny day until the heat we fell victim Sex on our minds while I was in her system Girls with them beautiful, fellas the same A freak said
That's my dying where are the others nammy you beat And kept driven now in my heart they do a big hole 'Cos my little, little, little toes started jumping
[Chorus: Shock G] Don't be afraid to let a brother funk with you Would you let a nucka doo woo you (x3) Don't be afraid to let a brother funk with you
days Safe from the hunger pains Bang when the trouble came, pioneers of gun slang Supply you with them things a little something, something Set fire to the game my system
Came to'em had a mean fortress, A french maid blowin me down like Farah Faucet. My gun collection is big in the Adolph section, My little mini-me he bump
DJ cut Impeach the Pres, Apache and just begun Otis Redding, swing, the music stopped Guess the system blew out one of his amps It'd take a little while
used to rhythm of rebel I've been fightin this shit with the volume level up to ten and spendin my time on the rhyme battlefield Watchin as my brothers
