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(( ahah en bra gammal bild :) hemms hos milte:) )) vaknade upp hos syrran degade lita, sen drog jag,syrran danne hem till Landskrona, käkade och lite sånt hela familjen. syrran och danne stack, och då deckade jag typ .) ´
Your butt is mine
Gonna take you right
Just show your face
In broad daylight
Im telling you
On how I feel
Gonna hurt your mind
Dont shoot to kill
Come on,
Come on,
Lay it on me all right...
Im giving you
On count of three
To show your stuff
Or let it be . . .
Im telling you
Just watch your mouth
I know your game
What youre about
Well they say the skys the limit
And to me thats really true
But my friend you have seen nothing
Just wait til I get through . . .
Because Im bad, Im bad-come on
(bad bad-really, really bad)
You know Im bad, Im bad-you know it
(bad bad-really, really bad)
You know Im bad, Im bad-come on, you know
(bad bad-really, really bad)
And the whole world has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again,
Whos bad . . .
The word is out
Youre doin wrong
Gonna lock you up
Before too long,
Your lyin eyes
Gonna take you right
So listen up
Dont make a fight,
Your talk is cheap
Youre not a man
Youre throwin stones
To hide your hands
But they say the skys the limit
And to me thats really true
And my friends you have seen nothin
Just wait til I get through . . .
Your butt is mine
Gonna take you right
Just show your face
In broad daylight
Im telling you
On how I feel
Gonna hurt your mind
Dont shoot to kill
Come on,
Come on,
Lay it on me all right...
Im giving you
On count of three
To show your stuff
Or let it be . . .
Im telling you
Just watch your mouth
I know your game
What youre about
Well they say the skys the limit
And to me thats really true
But my friend you have seen nothing
Just wait til I get through . . .
Because Im bad, Im bad-come on
(bad bad-really, really bad)
You know Im bad, Im bad-you know it
(bad bad-really, really bad)
You know Im bad, Im bad-come on, you know
(bad bad-really, really bad)
And the whole world has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again,
Whos bad . . .
The word is out
Youre doin wrong
Gonna lock you up
Before too long,
Your lyin eyes
Gonna take you right
So listen up
Dont make a fight,
Your talk is cheap
Youre not a man
Youre throwin stones
To hide your hands
But they say the skys the limit
And to me thats really true
And my friends you have seen nothin
Just wait til I get through . . .