Ms. Jackson Ringtones

Ey, Gang Ja, sie sagt, sie will mich seh'n Weil sie kann mich nicht vergessen Und sie fragt: "Ist das für immer?" Doch ich kann's ihr nicht versprechen Und ich komm' in Doppel-G, und sie kommt in EA7 Sie hat so viel zu erzähl'n jedes Ma', wenn wir uns treffen Jedes Ma', wenn wir uns treffen Lern' ich wieder was von dir Du und ich sind Gang, aber es ist viel passiert Bin im Club mit meiner F Weil ich wurd nicht kontrolliert Deine Mama hört mein'n Song und fragt: "Wer hat das komponiert?" Ich hab' das geschrieben im Taxi für Ihre Tochter, Ms. Jackson Ich bin aus Kreuzberg 61 und ein Rockstar, Ms. Jackson Und für die Pradas mussten Brüder ihre SIM-Karte wechseln Wie viele Hindernisse mussten wir schon hinter uns setzen? Ich rauch' Kush in Costello SLR Ist nicht safe in der Hood, nein, hier gibt's kein AppleCare Bei uns sind die Ketten schwer, ich hör' IAM – "Petit frère" Narcotic in Westberlin, wir spiel'n Wer wird Millionär? Ja, sie sagt, sie will mich seh'n Weil sie kann mich nicht vergessen Und sie fragt: "Ist das für immer?" Doch ich kann's ihr nicht versprechen Und ich komm' in Doppel-G, und sie kommt in EA7 Sie hat so viel zu erzähl'n jedes Ma', wenn wir uns treffen Jedes Ma', wenn wir uns treffen, lern' ich wieder was von dir Du und ich sind Gang, sie könn'n niemals sein wie wir Und mit vierzehn hinten rechts, Opel Zafira, aufs Revier Ist okay, doch nicht mir, weil ich nicht kooperier' Tut mir leid, doch Ihre Tochter mag ein'n Jung'n aus 61, Ms. Jackson Altbauwohnung oder Blocks Man drückt mit sechzehn schon Päckchen Wo Passanten auf dem Bürgersteig nur wegseh'n bei Action Und wenn du Geld machst Trägst du Eisen an dein' Bauch für Protection Prada Sport, Tom Ford, spring' in' Cabrio-Rücksitz Ja, ich lass' ein'n Kunden warten Doch bei dir bin ich pünktlich Daulis fahr'n durch unsre Gegend jeden Tag mehrmals stündlich Kontrollier'n uns gründlich, aber werden nicht fündig Ja, sie sagt, sie will mich seh'n Weil sie kann mich nicht vergessen Und sie fragt: "Ist das für immer?" Doch ich kann's ihr nicht versprechen Und ich komm' in Doppel-G, und sie kommt in EA7 Sie hat so viel zu erzähl'n jedes Ma', wenn wir uns treffen Ja, sie sagt, sie will mich seh'n Weil sie kann mich nicht vergessen Und sie fragt: "Ist das für immer?" Doch ich kann's ihr nicht versprechen Und ich komm' in Doppel-G, und sie kommt in EA7 Sie hat so viel zu erzähl'n jedes Ma', wenn wir uns treffen

Can you take me back then Everybody say they love me but they actin I can't bring too many people can't be packed in I done came along way from wearing Pacsun I told my baby that I'm sorry Ms. Jackson 'Cause I can't lose you to no dumb shit like a caption I told my baby that I'm sorry for my actions When I look into your eyes you take me back then The way grip onto your thighs and you start splashin' I just went and spent a bag on high fashion I wanna give it you more 'cause you ain't askin' R and C got some feelings and I'm latching You told me that you was scared of the attachment You told me that you believe in me in rappin' Front me love and Imma bring it on the backend I know you love it when I'm rubbin' on your backend Do you love me tell the truth baby Lately we been distant but I'm feeling close to you baby Rubbin' on your body kiss your neck we in a mood baby I ain't really worried 'bout no sex ain't in the mood lately Everytime I look into eyes it play this tune baby You said that you hate a gemini but Ima June baby I put all my feeling in this cup I'm on the moon baby You said that you hate it when I sip But I like to get high and reminisce And I get higher than a bitch I start thinkin' 'bout my homies Then I'm slidin' in the mix Hold I can't off topic like I said I reminisce We done got it out the trenches I was fed off the bricks We done really played the block 'Cause we been led with the sticks You ain't owing me a thing 'Cause I'm a killer in there ricks Get my doggy out the jam That's why my niggas call me Vick Can you take me back then Everybody say they love me but they actin I can't bring too many people can't be packed in I done came along way from wearing Pacsun I told my baby that I'm sorry Ms. Jackson 'Cause I can't lose you to no dumb shit like a caption I told my baby that I'm sorry for my actions When I look into your eyes you take me back then The way grip onto your thighs and you start splashin' I just went and spent a bag on high fashion I wanna give it you more 'cause you ain't askin' R and C got some feelings and I'm latching You told me that you was scared of the attachment You told me that you believe in me in rappin' Front me love and Imma bring it on the backend I know you love it when I'm rubbin' on your backend

Yeah this one right here goes out to all the babies' mamas, mamas Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas Check this out right here I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (Ooh) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (Ooh) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (Ooh) I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (Ooh) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (Ooh) But I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Forever, forever ever, for ever ever? I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (Ooh) Me and yo' daughter, got's this thing going on You say it's puppy love We say it's full grown Hope that we can feel this, feel this way forever You can plan a pretty picnic But you can't predict the weather I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (Ooh) Forever, forever ever, for ever ever? I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (Ooh) I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (Ooh) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (Ooh) But I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (Ooh) For ever ever?

When it's all said and done After they said I've won All I'm going to say is... I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion timesTried to diss kiss to the world And it's your fault cause she said she saw you kissing a girl The hood was behind her for her whole career But now they've slightly starting to disappeared Something about that She's always angry Might have been when them girls trying to push her scalp back Needed some head room So she went out and bought Tyson's mansion with 18 bedrooms She's a domestic boss That don't leave no marks though, you got to digest those scares In fact think you got to tell her to get back Because every kiss rap is similar to a bitch slap Too hard since way back in the school yard She's hollywood though all she needs is a boobjob Girl in the bubble, didn't mean to trouble her Man but im a calla ho, im double her Really think you should tell her to chill cause My resume is longer than a doctor bill was I did the song with ja rule bigging the city up She did the magic stick remix with olivia She got more money but I get busier Think somebody going to end up killing her When it's all said and done After they said I've won All I'm going to say is... I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Hood had love for this bitch Cause she came from south side queens with a thug ass click Bitch got change, and she changed Now she don't fuck with the hood, probably give a nigga brains Bitch got boogie on a nigga Went from the hood to hollywood got a movie on a nigga Bitch talking greasy like new york sting Sucking down south dick that's some new york thing And the bitch used to be cool, hood even liked the bitch Used to listen to again in the weeds She had stories of many men, times in the club and niggas that was wanksta but the truth was to see Bitch ain't shyt, she was real good at bluffing it Ordered protection on the niggas she was fucking with Now that's a ho that you just can't trust Hired cops, that's a ho that you just can't touch Bitch moved out new york when they were swinging them Glocks Bitch got a deep voice but she would be singing a lot Bitch would sell her soul just to get on the charts Want to front like she's gangsta but she got no heart And she going to get hit by the mac and All in the back and this time i bet the jaw will be cracking She's going to get broken to fractions d block is the faction All i can say is im sorry ms. jackson I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times