You don't wash my face like you used to do Ooh baby, baby you don't move no more Oo-wee baby, you don't move no more I believe, baby I believe I'm gonna let you go Lord, early in the mornin', baby Well, early in the mornin', baby Well, you know baby,

Oh, you know That tonight I'm fuckin' you But tonight I'm fuckin' you Here's the situation, been to every nation Nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do You know my motivation, given my reputation Please excuse me, I don't mean to be rude (You,

You know I never meant to let you down, let you down You probably think that you are better now, better now You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything You know I say that I am better now,

Say you'll never let me go Deep in my bones I can feel you Take me back to a time when we knew We could waste the night with an old film Smoke a little weed on the couch in the backroom Take it slow but it's not typical

If I want to Jim Jones painting in a blue bedroom Keep your pretty promise to yourself Psychic Television and Death in June Look out 'cause you know what you're doing

Gotta talk to you baby Talk to you now Escape me now You'll see me again Maybe it's too late You're slamming the door You're walking out I got a feeling

Because I want it now I want it now Give me your heart and your soul And I'm breaking out I'm breaking out It's bugging me And twisting me around

Your way or the rope Or the rope oh, oh, oh Don't (no, no, no, no) 'Cause when your mind's made up And do you think your time is worth more than mine? I'm still waiting, I'm still waiting yeah It's your way

Def jam yeah! (come on) Ruff ryders yeah! (come on) Bloodline, we bout to blow (what!) Ruff ryders, we bout to blow (what!) Vacant lot, we bout to blow (what!) Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cause you know how

Tu solo dobla Dobla rodilla Pa que vea como el bajo estilla Suéltate y parte la hebilla Ella es caliente Le gusta la película de andar con gangster Después de las doce, no hay quien la soporte Porque cuando ella prende, la disco parte