Hahaha, wasting your talent Randy! Yeah, you're ready?
It's like I'm paranoid, lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right
Come on!
Why does it feel like night today? Something in here is not right today Why am I so uptight today? Paranoia's all I got left I don't know what stressed me first Or how the pressure was fed But I know just what it feels like To have a voice in the back of my head It's like a face that I hold inside A face that awakes when I close my eyes A face that watches everytime they lie A face that laughs everytime they fall (And watches everything) So I know that when it's time to sink or swim That face inside is hearing me Right underneath my skin
It's like I'm paranoid, lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right
You know I - thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em Cause I don't fuckin' need em Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good But I don't fuckin' feed 'em First time they fuss I'm breezin' Talkin 'bout, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust than believe' em In the cut where I keep 'em 'til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin' 'em up Let 'em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, I'm a break bread So you can be livin' it up? Shit I.. Parts with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitin'... Hoe get yo' ass in And let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide... check 'em out now ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah And let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide... check 'em out now ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah
We doin'... big pimpin', we spendin' G's Check 'em out now Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s We doin'... big pimpin' up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B.U.N.B Yo yo yo... big pimpin', spendin' G's We doin'... big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s We doin'... big pimpin' up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B.U.N.B-B-B
Compositores: Bradford Philip Delson (Brad Delson), Michael Kenji Shinoda (Mike Shinoda), Joseph Hahn (Joe Hahn), Robert G Bourdon (Bourdon Robert), Chester Charles Bennington (Chester Bennington) ECAD: Obra #906483 Fonograma #2170982