Letra da Música: Sumpin' - Pimps The

I know when I'm rollin'
All the trigger's to keep it going
Flowin', knowing nobody
Not knowing machine had ever started
Hopin' you're chokin'
'n' you're trying to say 'it's hardly broken'
Lookin' for me and I swear it's in catchers motion
All the way down by the pound
The shit you read about
A nice round figure
Anyone can figure out
And everything's for nothing if you're willing to try
Gotta make an even teat
You gotta try to stay high

CHORUS
Cos everybody is in the subside out
You gotta find out who
You gotta find out who and what it is
I know you feel me right now
Cos everybody is in the subside out
You gotta, you gotta,
You gotta find out who and what it is

And I saved a little time to try to organize
Negotiating, comprimise and trying not to advertise
Anyone to stick in and try and get you,
Don't you get hustled by my slicker
I don't trust that in associates
I keep appearances below the line of minimum
Lay into 'em
Get into 'em
But for only for an incherama
Intense for purposes
Immoderation, in evasion
Hope nobody notices
HopeÂ…
Nobody cares

CHORUS

What it isÂ…

You gotta find outÂ…
'bout who and what it isÂ…
You know me
Well me I gotta find outÂ…

What it isÂ…

I got this honey o' mine
She's bin working for the airlines
Around trip tickets to Paris
On the red hot drummers of ma
In the land of heat and sand
But the money wouldn't letÂ…
You know they're driving meÂ…
Well the Lord o' the land
I caught him shootin' up sea rack
Drivin' some fun
'til he slipped 'em in the knapsack
Everything's for nothing if you're willing to try
Gotta make an even taste
You gotta try and stay high

Cos everybody outÂ…
Oooh is in the subside out
Cos everybody is in the subside out
You gotta, you gotta
You gotta find out who and what it is