Who Do You Think You Are - Spice Girls

Mustard on the beat hoe I'm that nigga with the plugs I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs I'm that nigga on the back street With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga My Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock You that nigga on the low-low You the nigga You're the one that be talkin' to the popos Porsche sittin' on Forgis Niggas can't afford these The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11 I call my homies, not 911 I'm that nigga with the juice But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? I got a shorty name Texas Syn She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal We turnt up in the studio, late night That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you If you a player in the game, this should hold you And man shout my nigga Game he just rolled through Eatin' crab out in Malibu at Nobu A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make Did the motto, took a flight to the golden state I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out And my name too big and my gang too big Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big I'ma crush that ass even if it ain't too big I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block Fat heat, run like athletes I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block Who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Nigga we street and we hood Ain't nobody ever gave us shit When you see us shinin' It's because we steady grindin' We stay paper chasin' Separatin' the real from the fake The fake from the real We livin' to die and dyin' to live Nigga, that's why we got so many women I'm tryna go deep, hit them asscheeks Bust them guts, make her cum Bitch, you know the game Ain't a motherfuckin' thing change Bitch, who do you love? Alright, hold up I done lost too many hommies in these past couple of years This shit brazy Rest in peace, my nigga CJ Mack Rest in peace, my nigga Cedar Block Frog though Rest in peace, my nigga Tiny M And last but not least, rest in peace, my nigga Big Aaron

She was standin' in the crowd All alone and lookin' pretty Listening to the music that we played She walked up and whispered I leaned down and listened To the request that she made "Do you know you are my sunshine?" She asked so sweet and tenderly "Do you know you are my sunshine? And would you do it one more time for me" Border to border And ocean to ocean I still look for her every place Chasin' the sunshine Each and every night I'm Searchin' every crowd for her face She was gone just as quick As the song that she asked for Takin' my sunshine away But someday when I finally Look down and see her I know, just what I'm going to say Do you know you are my sunshine? Do you know what your smile did to me? Do you know you are my sunshine? And it looks like you're always going to be Do you know you are my sunshine? Do you know what your smile did to me? Do you know you are my sunshine? And would you do it one more time for me Do you know you are my sunshine?

My oh my, you're so good-looking Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends But I've not tasted all your cooking Who are you when I'm not looking? Do you pour a little something on the rocks? Slide down the hallway in your socks? When you undress, do you leave a path? Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath? My oh my, you're so good-looking Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends But I've not tasted all your cooking Who are you when I'm not looking? I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know Do you break things when you get mad? Eat a box of chocolates 'cause you're feelin' bad? Do you paint your toes 'cause you bite your nails? Call up momma when all else fails? Who are you when I'm not around? When the door is locked and the shades are down? Do you listen to your music quietly? And when it feels just right, are you thinkin' of me? I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know My oh my, you're so good-looking But who are you when I'm not looking?

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

I hate that S-Class Benz that you're so damn proud of You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it And I'll admit it girl, I said it and I meant it Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we dance sure different It's been a week since you went and hit the highway And made it clear that I oughta have it my way But my way looks a whole lot better With just my truck in the driveway And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash I was high, but I guess I wasn't high class Enough to show up with you on your own We were never gonna be two kids on a farm And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true I could sit here bitter and bitchin' And wishin' things woulda gone different But that don't sound nothin' like me at all Honey, who the hell am I kiddin'? And I hope you find you a high rolling High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true Yeah, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true