and lay it down slow lay it down free lay it down easy but lay it on me lay it down easy lay it on me lay it down easy but lay it on me
Translation: Spiritualized. Lay It Down Slow.
and lay it down slow lay it down free lay it down easy but lay it on me lay it down easy lay it on me lay it down easy but lay it on me (Grazie a andrea
the fact is... what you doin', I did it. You lames tryna clone my style and run wit it. That's cool, I was the first one wit it -- You's a Lil' Kim wannabe
one else will lay It's just for you tonight, it's just for you And I can't wait for my eyes to see Your birthday suit, it fits perfectly This kiss for
, slow down a little 'Cause I don't want to go yet baby, relax Don't do it (Slow down) Stop moving (Relax) Don't do it when I wanna come (Relax) Don't do it (Lay
the crowns that's uptown You knew I was comin to put it down so what now? It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down in the five-speed, smirkin
They want it, I got it, damn right I'ma flaunt it Do anything you want, just don't get up on it Them O.G.'s raised, you know them streets made me Equipped
I wanna do is lay here and hope it don't disappear. Chorus: It's your world and I'm just in it, ain't no other way to spin it. Lucky me, just being
Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was
don't, you're either rollin' tonight or you won't She likes the style, 'cause it don't bullshit around Tongue in my ear, real slow and then it went down
If you forgot it 'Make it funky' is the name of this song Stupid dope and you know it, it rates a ten You pray my DJ cuts the records so it starts again
it Slow motion, sparks You've caught that chill Now don't deny it But boys will be boys Oh, yes, they will They don't wanna define it Just give
make a quick run You ain't shit to me yo, I'm spendin' grands down in Rio Manaje in trio, garage like it Ceelo 4-5-6, Range Rove, 4.6 we lay low While
want it come and get it now Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up And the twista kinda wicked when I spit it now I be choppin' up cheddar
see the fact is, what you doing I did it lames trying to clone my style, run with it thats cool, I was the first one with it you deluded kim wannabe
But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat And these niqqas know I lay 'em down, make you beg Bitches, try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break