Paroles:
Direct Hit 4

Hey hey, I got a monster in the closet The door's open even though I've tried to lock it His teeth are long, he's gonna eat me today No matter what you

planning how I'll get out alive if you decide that's enough, and now it's time I die If you break in tonight, this is what I'll cry: 2, 3, 4, no no

torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's right Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke Better hit that map right, read them directions

over then pull it got my bullet in my fo,fo I gotta stand it's turnin to a jungle (green bay) Comin out a 4-door benz and I spend a lot for show No no

to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from who you be with keep this a secret right by the nuts a 4-5 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high

gon Take you back to Compton in that 6-4 two-door Sub whoofers in the trunk kickin that lethal injection A hood nigga lost with no direction So we bought

your girlie lick them Every time we rollin Twiztid's gotta roll a joint I almost died from inhilation comin back from Cedar's Point Hookers and zombies in every direction

Ooh Child things are going to get easier Ooh Child things it's get brighter Better Days [x 4] Keep your head up Better Days [x 4] Keep your head up

, then I'll say ditto. Then you hit me back, with the less than symbol number three. [Hook:] I got a clue how you feel for me. 1-4-3 a smiley with a